#heartandsoul
When I'm at your gunpoint,
You, about to shoot me,
Placing your finger on the trigger,
Will you remember our shared moments?
Will you be able to **** me afterwards?
The thought of me being yours,
Till a moment ago,
Would you dare pull the trigger?
Your soul is satisfied with me dead,
But will your heart let you do that?
Your revenge is successful once I'm dead,
But can your love for me allow you to **** me?
I'm here standing before you,
And you before me.
Make the move?
Lose me forever to death.
Stand still?
I'll make the move,
Making you leave this world for this life time of yours,
Ensuring we would cross our paths again.
Next time,
Love me
And I'll love you....
Feb 21
Feb 21, 2026 at 12:03 AM UTC
Hey, I live nearer to you than your own breath,
shining quietly through your eyes
as if my light had chosen them
for its dwelling.
My presence is brighter than the moon’s calm glow,
yet softer than the first light
touching a sleeping garden.
If I were to step into that garden,
flowers would lower their heads,
and even the tall poplar
would bow to the grace I carry.
My voice could humble the lily
famed for speaking in a hundred tongues,
for there is a silence in me
deeper than all words.
When I am kind,
I am gentler than the soul itself;
but when I withdraw,
my distance feels colder
than an empty winter sky.
I am wild in spirit, untamed and free,
yet when you meet me face to face,
something in my quiet strength
makes you still and soft
like the patient earth after rain.
Cast away your armor,
stand without fear,
for no shield is stronger
than the truth I carry within.
That is why, when I turn away from the noise of the world,
I close every crack in the wall of my heart,
so no outer light can enter and deceive me.
I know well -
it is only the light within you
that truly illuminates my world
Work from:
To her who already knows ?
Feb 16
Feb 16, 2026 at 12:18 PM UTC
While you were sleeping I crept in and took
a piece of your heart.
The piece I was supposed to have.
I'll use it for bait to draw you back in to me.
Once hooked I'll seize a second piece
leaving you gasping for breath
from my kiss
and trembling at the charge
of my touch.
You'll surrender and forfeit
the last portion of your beating core
so that it will merge with mine.
THUMP THUMP...thump thump.
Nov 20, 2025
Nov 20, 2025 at 4:38 PM UTC
May I splinter away from myself
break into whole units
and
live in each with perfection!
This ME
made whole by
combining countless fragments
could not live in any one part
with complete ease.
May I show a true model
of deconstruction to Derrida
by taking off parts that make up my being!
So that I would see
one man fallen off me
shambling down the street,
and continue to speak in assemblies
with full ignorance of the subject,
continue to review the news of the world
by stuffing them in his brain
and go yapping in the crowds
fully content in the perfection of
his inferior sphere.
The other one
brooding over the ledger books
and the personal files
of the employees.
May the next one always keep reading,
the other looking after children
and still another swimming
in love all his life.
May the other fragment – the ‘me’ whom I don’t like
remain shut somewhere in the room.
May one other splinter engage
in inner decoration of the house
and meet the hunger of needs.
If he cannot do so
may he fragment himself further
into contractors
supplying vegetables, miscellanies,
clothes, and fuels
and sorting out other mess.
May one other part
forgetting that he is my splinter
continue to clap on each stupid action
of his boss, shaking head, and
remain busy in his little puppet moves.
May the other take responsibility of
television, radio and newspapers.
May the other still stay repeating the news of
the relatives and acquaintances
fulfilling formalities of well-being
embroiling in the phatic-
where? what? how?
participating in all of ‘sixteen rituals’
and birthdays.
May the other one continue to repeat
the non-news of his immobility
and continue to go to places
where people gather,
and go doing something like that.
May I hold an assembly
of the proportional representation
of all my selves.
may I go out with the poet
by leaving all the others
in their chaotic meaningless arguments.
May my poet remain a poet
in its perfection
unattached to my domesticity
full of scarcities;
may he remain separate
from a job-savvy me
who has sold his self-respect.
may my poet disengage itself
from my being
swayed by my brain.
May I discard the outer cover of time
from the layers of poetry
by immersing the poet in its entirety
within me, and
dismantle geography’s barriers.
may I break the windows of consciousness,
break further the dilapidations of waking moments
and emerge into the bright world of dream.
May life remain enamored of its own charm
may the river of love always flow from its own lap
may my pain remain drunk singing its own love songs
and the dead body of agony remain asleep
resting its head on a pillow of flowers.
May I free myself from the labyrinth of knowledge
run away from the jungle of thoughts
and jump from the hill of illusion
into the mind’s speedy currents.
by stepping on this joint of time.
may I pack all inventions in burlaps
and hide them in corners of Einstein’s’ brains.
May I free myself from the ever-pressing chest
and enter the garden of imagination
by leisurely hiding brain on hill summits.
May I take off clothes covering shame at the border
leaving them hanging on dry trees of arrogance
and run by wearing the rays of the sun.
May I create plain fields by collecting clouds
and bedeck them with arching rainbows.
Playing ball of wind
reaching the other end of The Road Not Taken
may I call in Robert Frost by holding hands
and request Ginsberg to recite Howl
facing the world.
May I bet with Devkota sitting contentedly
by receiving his lord’s blessings
that you are a poet who has written epics
and win a bagful of stars.
May I exchange T.S. Eliot’s The Wasteland
with the future of this earth like a lunatic’s dreams
and make one season of poetry farming
by tilling with the pen of desire.
Oh, this ME
made with so many fragments
could not make any achievements!
May I then splinter away
from myself
and live only with the poet.
०००००
Jun 4, 2025
Jun 4, 2025 at 10:33 PM UTC
This boundless ocean, the world, we sail,
Where roses bloom with memories frail.
O' sparks of beauty, how I ache to see,
The light of your gaze, if it turns to me.
If your eyes rise, in their celestial grace,
The heavens would tremble, shadows erase.
My tongue, soaked in melodies sweet,
Would sing of your name in waves, complete.
Your smile, a garden where angels tread,
The key to paradise, the path we’re led.
The blood of my heart, like wine of the vine,
Pours forth in longing, forever divine.
Is this the miracle of your sacred face,
Or the world’s eternal, fleeting trace?
Tell me, beloved—who’s the bloom,
Is it you or I, in this garden’s room?
Dec 12, 2024
Dec 12, 2024 at 2:16 PM UTC
What a spark, what a flame, when these eyes first saw,
The dance of light, the world without flaw?
When these hands, born of clay and dust,
Poured forth warmth, a gift, a divine trust?
When the tongue, a prisoner of silence so deep,
Broke free with a word, a promise to keep?
What sweetness filled these humble ears,
When the first sound stirred the heart’s silent fears?
When this tiny heart, so full of desire,
Met belief like a spark to an unlit fire?
When the lips of this child, kissed by the dawn,
Smiled at the world, and all sorrow was gone?
When the body, this vessel of earthly woe,
Was styled by love’s hand, a graceful glow?
What a moment, what a scene, O’ Jamil, I ask,
Could such be the work of a gene—or love’s mask?
Dec 12, 2024
Dec 12, 2024 at 2:06 PM UTC
in the corner of my disastrous mind
i can always seem to go on and find
all the things that i have wanted defined
in the corner, i see the beauty in my mind
there are things i've wanted, i kept left behind
now i wonder all about my state of sorry mind
i used to only wonder about the blue sky
i used to think how to reach, it was so high
thought how it was to be free, to be able to fly
a chance for me to reach the peak, to defy
all the logic, rules of nature to be a butterfly
but that time's long gone, now i say goodbye
to my forlorn dreams of summer and spring
to the things i once filled my joy, everything
there is no use to stay around here and cling
to the colorful yesterday, future in full swing
do not remember the flowers that did sing
in the corner of my mind, i still see
the uncorrupted youth that was me
there were no troubles in the sea
in the shores calm space to be free
the illusion has cracked, here reality
sets in, no place left here to flee
in the corner of my mind, there is me
as i grew, sick reality is all i've known
i turned to art, to music but felt alone
poured my heart and soul, all i own
the shadows grew, my heart into stone
i can never outrun all of this the unknown
i felt corrupted, removed from my throne
i remember how much i cried that night
i told you that i am so tired of this fight
told me i was wrong, that you were right
that my dream was too far out of sight
i went outside and burned it with light
all the innocence was gone overnight
i cried and shouted if this was alright
to burn everything that was in my sight
but at the time i had to give up that fight
the miserable cold clung to me with spite
it took a while the future has taken its flight
I still watched as my past was set alight
in the corner of my mind, i still see
the uncorrupted youth that was me
there were no troubles in the sea
in the shores calm space to be free
the illusion has cracked, here reality
sets in, no place left here to flee
in the corner of my mind, there is me
we reunited again and then i was in love
everything felt right to me, fit like a glove
over and over, you healed me, kind of
i am a stranger to myself, just a someone
but with you i felt like i could shove
all the shadows in the name of your love
i don't ever want to let you go, so stay
let me have you in my life until i'm grey
every dawn where the stars turn to day
we could celebrate any and every holiday
i would do anything, find it all anyway
cause if you do, then i might be okay
i know that dark times will always come
but with both you and i we can overcome
we can be both numb but never succumb
there will be more memories, we live for them
we still have a life to share, roots full of stem
i have no idea what i'll be what i'll become
so still stay, give me the chance to grow more
let me live day to day to know what i live for
understand life to the very edge of its core
we have so much more to know and explore
so just sit beside me and watch the rain pour
let us live in peace and not leave or part anymore
in the corner of my mind, i still see
the uncorrupted youth that was me
there were no troubles in the sea
in the shores calm space to be free
the illusion has cracked, here reality
sets in, no place left here to flee
in the corner of my mind, there is me
so long as i have you by my side i won't flee
so long as i have you in the corner, i will see
a brighter future, such beautiful glamorous glee
as long as you are in the corner with me
i think we can overcome conquer all in reality
in the corner of my mind, i smile what i see
sit beside you, this is where we are meant to be
Apr 6, 2020
Apr 6, 2020 at 2:08 PM UTC
She can do no wrong; she can do no right.
Her heart hidden in shadows so dark and angered,
Her spirit frozen, in a time of love beyond her reach.
Her thoughts wail for attention, clawing at her every move.
“He’s real, he must be” her mind would hiss.
Of his beautiful face, tis but a made-up dream.
But her body weeps and spasms for one, for whom?
She knows not.
Her body begs and pleads to be released from such a burning torment,
But to her demise, the pleads are in vain.
For every fiber of her core believes in his touch,
his words,
his spirit,
his head,
and most of all his heart too.
What more is truth,
than the pain of lies?
She sits alone with a heart so weary,
She has become consumed by her own madness.
A madness of a made-up falsehood.
---AuroraRW
Aug 25, 2019
Aug 25, 2019 at 12:16 AM UTC
Two broken souls
Trying to make each other whole
They were quite a mess when they found each other
Each had lived through torment, one after another
Her body was full of scars, just trying to maintain
His heart had been trampled and drained
They gave each other their own heart
They found it filled in all the parts
And together they where whole
They where connected, soul to soul
Her with all her worries of the future
He always tried to hush and nurture
He would slay all her demons and doubt
She showed him what true love was all about
They loved each other so
Like they had known each other long ago
They lived joyfully for many many years
There was only ever joyful tears
Until that one horribly sad day
The Lord took her away
On that day his true love died
He just wanted to be by her side
He just seemed to wither away
Without her by his side he didn't want to stay
Soon after he passed too
Even in death his true love he would pursue
They say he died of a broken heart
But I know it was because she had his missing parts
Mar 22, 2016
Mar 22, 2016 at 12:23 PM UTC
The rain it pitter patters
Against my window splatters
And the only thing that really matters
Is your not here with me
It's like the sky could see
And started crying so soft and slowly
Every atom in my body aches for you
I fall more in love everyday, it's true
It's because you can see right through
All the scars and all the pain
And the darkness in me that reigns
Still your love for me you maintain
I seen your soul and heart
In your poems, your art
You are my missing part
For we are soul connected
I gave you my heart, you fiercely protected
Your all consuming love was so unexpected
As the sky cries for us slowly
All I want to do is hold you closely
I know forever you will be my one and only
Mar 21, 2016
Mar 21, 2016 at 11:32 AM UTC