#yearnings
With joy, I stand,
As you slip from my hand,
A shadow, a veil, so faint, so fine,
Fading like dusk at the close of time.
Yet in absence, I call—
Come forth within me, in all,
To nestle, to bloom,
In my heart’s hallowed room.
O’ radiant spark, so fair,
Manifest love, and fill the air,
Let me hold thee, soft and bright,
A treasure in endless night.
Dec 29, 2024
Dec 29, 2024 at 12:00 PM UTC
I don't think I spend too much?!
But, then I spill out my stylish shoe
Collection, an addiction, sorted by hue.
Cupboards flung open to reveal the gradient of such
And don't get me started on my collection of bags and the clutch!
Rivers of life run deep,
But, then I look at the contents of my journals;
The cries of "now and not yet" reveal how hormonal
Am I. Dim focus on the eternal creeps —
To cover more of the heart, I try to keep.
New year is near and nearer;
But a return to stillness yearns.
When we hide, these addictions burn,
Igniting guilt, shame, anguish and all —
Where are you, simplicity? Is this the fall?
Dec 28, 2023
Dec 28, 2023 at 10:58 PM UTC
The garden is gone sweet one,
seeds we sowed
And plants we grow,
The harvests to be for now..
are none.
I will wait til at last,
For cold seasons pass
While sheets of ice prevail
The soil of fray;
today
So cracked and dry
no water to flow
All lonely and Grey;
For now
Yet these roots of mines
Yearn for my sunshine
Your ray's to lay down with me
Your gardener watches,
Waits tried and true,
With open arms and eyes of blue....
Jun 9, 2021
Jun 9, 2021 at 8:27 AM UTC
You still come to me in my dreams ; Untitled ...
there's no name; there isn't a face that I can grasp on...
you have these light colored eyes;
dark brown -blonde hair;
Untitled...
I'm entitled to think of all the happy memories; to cherish every moment.
Why don't you have a name;
you don't have a face;
you're a multitude of different shades in these dreams ;
having the one thing that stands out- is what you were to me; a vague memory; a soft kiss on my forehead;
a soft-touch caressing my back.
My secret - my dream come true;
I have no regrets!
I never even met you.
I'll dream again.
I do think of you foundly ;
A famous poet once said
"what's in a name"
I don't know;
so you'll continue to be
Untitled.
Oct 8, 2019
Oct 8, 2019 at 1:43 AM UTC
Forever blue
With happiness too
A rushing firmament
Upon our natures
Severing the real-ness
Of our every drink or soda;
Our mistrust and laziness
Sorting the true yearnings
For we can do better
By an electric storm
Of our brain
Overseeing all
Jun 6, 2019
Jun 6, 2019 at 7:32 PM UTC
My heart is a thousand hands
Grasping
At thin air
My heart is a thousand hands
Pulling
Tweaking
Cupping
Grasping
Kneading
Scratching
Bringing so much life to its core
That it collapses with
Exhaustion
My heart is a thousands hands
My body is a constant contraction
Cutting off all energy
Waiting to meet its ultimate desire
To spur its deepest breath
And an inward flow of life
Oct 4, 2018
Oct 4, 2018 at 1:46 AM UTC
I n f i n i t e l y
I yearned f o r senses
W h e n lit wisdom came
O’ s e n s e l e s s I
B e c a m e
✒ ℐamil Hussain
Sep 25, 2018
Sep 25, 2018 at 2:59 PM UTC
Dear Darling
What turns me on
Isn’t the thought of you
On that date
That you held me
At my waist
Pulling me to you
What turns me on
Is what your tongue
Can do to the moist heat
Between my legs
And I look forward
To a sensuous serendipity
When it’s least expected of you
Aug 9, 2018
Aug 9, 2018 at 7:34 AM UTC
let me dwell in dreams and search my soul in the stealth of the night
let me lay my mind to rest and release my worries and fright
in silence I can ease my fears and gratify my pride
and wallow within a gentle charm until the dawn abides
let me soar above the peaked mountain abreast with eagles
and admire the pristine splendor visible before my eyes
while sunlight bathe my skin with soothing warmth of life
let my broad wings fortify God’s work from unending strife
let me endure blissfulness in a vivid, willowy stream
in a world of confusion where happiness ceases to gleam
and in my quest for peace I wish for that enduring power
so that I may reach the horizon where future is brighter
let my visions capture images that are blind to humans
or hear even the faintest clamor of newly born infants
let me feel a heart beating from a body bereft of breath
so I can deliver playful dreams instead of ugly death
let my existence be complete and infinite in all days
with all understanding that is worthy of honest praise
let the warmth of life be felt in every whispered breath
until my journey ends in a dark unreachable depth.
Apr 17, 2018
Apr 17, 2018 at 10:22 AM UTC
God doesn't really listen to demands or claims made in the language of the mind and stays apart
but comes very close and listens to yearnings of love that are made in the language of the heart.
Only pure love can cross the barrier and penetrate that worldly illusion of separation
which stands between an individual and God Who is the Reality behind this creation.
_________________
Jan 1, 2017
Jan 1, 2017 at 3:53 PM UTC
20 October 2011
Some things are so distant, hard to get
Just like people who easily forget
All through these years, little have remained
Of beautiful memories bleached 'n' stained
Standin' b'fore the ruins of the past
Destroyed by personal desires and greedy lust
Come fallin' off the ground like a raw fruit
Too young to nourish, cannot face the truth
I can hardly recall our comings 'n' goings together
Our beginnings 'n' endings scattered somewhere
Too much pretenses, void of true feelings
We're sour grapes contemplatin' for lost things
Stayin' or leavin' doesnt matter
It's a choice I've not decided soon after
This head hurts thinkin' too much
Some things are b'yond recall as old love is such
Sep 29, 2015
Sep 29, 2015 at 12:29 PM UTC
she waited with
arms outstretched,
waited for you
a thousand years,
an eternity
and when you returned,
she was still,
as you had left her
but her arms were
hardened twisted branches,
hanging roots, her fingers,
her heart, a squirrel's nest.
Jun 30, 2015
Jun 30, 2015 at 5:17 AM UTC
I wonder
how many moons shall pass
before you breathe in
the fragrance of Jasmine,
as you unbraid my tresses
Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 5:46 AM UTC
The hysteria of night, I feel
like a tug in my pining lovelorn heart
that pronounces her name again and again
her name flows back as a magic river
and I stand on a rock in the past,
time, I once told her, is magical
and meaningless as magic too is,
that amounts to nothing, yet we rejoice.
The hysteria of night is mellow wine,
she told me not to remember her again
she was magic, magician's special design,
appears and disappears at will, one would think
but no, every magic lasts for a while.
The parting kiss was most passionate ever,
can interpret dreams, how can one explain this?
The hysteria of night begins when moonbeams
fall on us, she gets the message from
an unknown source, from the depth at first,
she makes me touch her left breast that transmits it,
I used to wonder about the need for rituals,
now I understand what it means.
We were possessed by the hysteria of universe,
to create, empower each other by our
frenzied caresses with fingers of love
that are long, long and search, reach to the depth,
long moments of love becomes a gooey broth
in which we flow, float, play and peak.
May 8, 2014
May 8, 2014 at 7:24 AM UTC
When she whispers in your ear,
*Do you think of me?*
Apr 24, 2014
Apr 24, 2014 at 12:58 PM UTC