satin black robe, maroon nails,
my cold palms on a colder marble balustrade,
the moon soaked rose garden,
and crying angels of that medieval fountain;

Beethoven creeping in the background
but still my heart didn't strung a sound;

All I did to find inspiration
still I'm going blank for years
words won't splendidly fill my unfinished fiction;

But still I'm here
grasping onto the midnight smoke
trying to give colours to my drunk imaginations;

My tired sighs now wished
that it'd be easy
to come up with words,
a missing lover
or a ballroom ******
or a heartbroken maiden
with empty goblets filling her scars;
anything would do now;

As long as this melancholic sonata goes on,
And before this cooing midnight
disappears into a blinding dawn,
You would find my impassive face
and desperate gaze
capturing floating words
to give a meaning to this new found romanticism;

Oh my rose in bell jar!
From time to time I watch you from afar,
Keeping you in my peripheral vision
avoiding the precision
to acknowledge your decaying red;

But I notice
You've become more lively
in this unbearable gray time,
Tell me
is it your favourite crime
to mock my remaining solitude?
Isn't suggesting doubtful hope
to a dying person start of a cruel dispute?

Ah! I've known that cruelty you're trying so hard to resurrect,
You were the witness once
And You know he was the only one
That ever charming prince on a white horse
Seemed like a promising escape from my fancy confinement, eh?

With a swooning smile he bought my hospitality
And I fell in hope,
He claimed he had never seen such a beauty
Oh I wish I told him then
this beauty will last
till her awaited twenty first;
Forbidden to leave the cage
doomed with a witch's rage;

That could've spared me
from this additional catastrophe
of heartbreak;

Let me continue;

Soon shy smiles and secret glances
bloomed into hearty laughs and sensual dances
And I had never felt more beautiful in anyone's presence;

My gloomy fort now welcomed these festive winds
And I giddily waited for my blossoming spring ;

But somebody should've told me that nothing feels bitter
than the failed exchange of hearts ;

You see,
I gave him colours
but with that he painted another visage from his past,
Love rekindled in his heart and it was me left with burns and scars;

But instead of blood there were sparkles
that kept my vision lighted and filled my imaginary with scenes from dreamy novels;
And I got addicted these mocking hopes again;

So, my dear rose in bell jar!
Tell me are these imaginations bewitching you too?
Are you blushing or are you angry? You're being too red to give me a  clue;

calling out your name in the dark
It's become an excruciating custom now
An unquenchable thirst

daylight stings and moon hovers
dispassionately
over my head
heavy with laments over a fallen crest;

Still I imagine
still I dream
that you'll tune my painful screams
into a hushing lullaby,
with a promise of forever
you'd gift my gloomy tears a twinkling gleam;

But now I'm wearing this blindfold
refusing to see the light outshining this pathetic hope ;

You are not here yet,
Maybe you never will be,

But I'm not ready to move from you yet,
And I doubt that I'll ever will be free

From these painful lumps,
burning eyes
swollen throat
and prickled heart
emptying it's blood,
so slowly that years go by
And I can now feel the quitting of daylight
while my blindfold lets out a long sigh;
as if stating to end
this idiotic nonsense
of tucking heartbreak and love
under these lyrical verse;

Candle lights and a day long sigh
Gray evening tea resting by
the journal
which's last page I thought I'd pen today;

But I can't seem to narrate,
today's unfolding
about how the world I knew
Put off it’s last enchanting shred;

But this thought suddenly gone faraway
As if blown by the witches wind,
Yes, witches wind I would say
Though this reality was a thunderous cloud, it brought promise of rain;

And I didn't know my heart did witchcraft, so intense,
It hypnotised me to immerse myself in the indulgence
of cherishing an unlived memory again;

If there was a quest for the saddest shade,
I'll gladly give the address of my place,
Never-fading dull and gray;

But Gray,
with a little effort
would give-away the key to a divine delight;
That you hadn't known was always there in white;
The white that was tactfully jeopardized;

If you know gray,
then you know the scent of first rain,
Nostalgic yet refreshing.
If you know a jeopardized white,
you know sadness in disguise
Just like the way you smile
with your stabbed bleeding heart;

I'm frozen,
And I can see your spirit fade away
The liveliest shimmers of all I've seen,
And I can't do anything;

My heart burning,
Trying to melt my surrounding ice
giving a last try
to catch your glimmers,

Then it gave up
Because it apprehended to be late,
So struggle breathed out;

Then I don't know how long I slept
Maybe hoping to see you in my dreams,

Where we'll go to that street
where we always wanted to be
My rosy flush and your musing gaze
As the wind swept past the starry horizon
with the sparks of pure amaze;

The sweet scent of that blossoming love
I still remember
I watched it go away with my heart surrendered;

Now,
I'm an icy embody;

Witnessing only the passing times,
without hope;

Who could've thought that not getting over means
there's no hope?

Not that I see miles away;
Even if I try to
These icy flakes blocking my way,
I'm too cold to be resurrected now;

February Morning!
How gracefully you in your nostalgic attire trigger memories
and this profound understanding;

The rushing energies before school
How I wish I could go back and take hold,
Of those hours of pure fantasies that wasn't disturbed
by the thought of my parents getting old;

February Morning!
Maybe your fragrance wouldn't have hit me so hard,
If I wasn't preparing towards a seemingly fresh start
in the lands of the lake poets;

And I now wonder,
Intimidated by your Swift withering,
how life has hypnotized me into singing
words of worth
for the synthetic and tangible shimmering;
I feel you've woken me up from an hazy conscious;

Next year,
If I'm to feel your caressing light again,
It mightn't be from my beauteous and evergreen nest;

Maybe you'll come in a different costume,
bearing a distinct scent
That I'll both adore and hate;

Maybe because
your wind will then carry a cold solitude
and I'll terribly miss my brother and our silly disputes;
while the chaotic kitchen clangs would seem so distant
comparing to the silent heaves of crocuses in outside gardens;

February Morning!
I know if I get to know you there,
My heavy hours in library won't stop me from reminiscing;

Maybe,
Nostalgia would strike me more violently
but this time
accompanying a yearning that'll pierce my heart silently;

sometimes darkness
indulge you in sheer tranquility
and eliminates the mists

You make me so happy with
mere the knowledge of your existence,
Yet it turns back to utter despair,
Cause I despise the fact

That you are there
Like an art, so charismatically abstract,
but not mine yet;

But at the end of the day,
you still remain an entrancing enigma,

Like into the unknown depths of the sea,
You are the unacquired jewels,
So tempting for the ones, fiercely passionate
and distinctly greedy;

Serene like an oceanic horizon
Striking like the fiery waves,
The essence of a longing affection,
that melodious thrill of an adventure my heart craved;

Delicate scents and gentle wind,
With the soft sunlight on cerulean, grinning,
Soothe my mind
yet left me anticipating
the dramatic secrets you hide;

But everything came along with your magical shore
Made my belief stronger about this quest
I've been wanting to explore;

Whatever happens, I want no regrets
I don't care if you have a stormy tide awaiting
If it's a charming masquerade, it is divinely sedating;

But at the end of the day,
you still remain an entrancing enigma,
Like in the unknown depths of the sea,
You are the unacquired jewels,
So tempting for the ones, fiercely passionate and distinctly greedy;

You make me so happy with
mere the knowledge of your existence,
Yet it turns back to utter despair,
Cause I despise the fact

That you are there
with all your charismatic abstract,
but not mine yet;

I kept lying to my heart for so long,
Entangling it with the messy threads of fascination;
Pretending to be an artist I kept on
Until there was no more of that magical thread;
An incomplete pattern
The conceiver of my shattered hopes and dream;
But there's a beauty in it,
An emptiness and a heartache;
Maybe it is for the best;
Because the beauty of horizon can be apprehend
only from this far;

Doesn’t she want to be the star
that reigns the dark sky?
Doesn’t she want a dream fairytale
That’s far from any deny?

Why is she so adamant?
To be that falling star,
Only with the purpose to never return;

What it is that outshined all the glitters
of the most desirable fantasy?
Is it the purity of wishes that
showers like some lovely confetti?

Is it momentary magic
Or a forever promised charm?
Is it more alluring than a perfect prince
with a vast kingdom?

Or is it the embody she calls ‘love’, that
made the loudest of echo unheard,
with its delicate hush?
  Is that what is making the imperfect celebration
full of happiness and laughter?

They say,
It will remain just a dream,
A beautiful yet heartbreaking fantasy,
And it's impossible
for you to be with me;

Should I blame myself for falling in
this charming reverie
or
my unfair destiny?

Not that I criticize my fortune,
For it has has given me a wonderful boon
even though I can't have it

My poetry would cherish it like
my timeless fascination with
the gleaming full moon;

The striking shimmers of the dark ocean,
The flamboyant hues upon those proud mountains,
From the delicate night breeze to the desired daylight,
A harmonious veil shelters countless of sublime mysteries behind;
Just like the alluring tune of a poem's rhyme;

This love is bright enough to blind
my heart
with it's dazzling mirage,
Even if it resides faraway in the land of magic and sand;

Now,
would it be illicit to nurture
this seemingly impossible love,
That magically adorns my dark nights like
those twinkling stars?

Oh Desert Prince!

Your existance is like the wandering golden sand of your fascinating desert;

Light enought to flow through every chambers of my heart,

Gorgeous enough to be the life of the caravan's artistic mirage;

Your love embrace me with sheer darkness and chills of starry nights,

But warm enough to captivate me to stay within your sight;

You are the desert Prince,
You flow like poetry,
Amaze like magic
Priceless unlike jewelries,
And your love seems like a beautiful tragic,
Awakening my deepest desires that I didn't know even exist;

Loving you is like enjoying a never ending magic carpet ride,

That keeps me on edge whenever passed by a strong tide;

Oh desert prince!
You keep me mesmerized how Scheherazade did to Shahryar with every story she brew,

Not Arabian nights though but there's always an unfulfilled thrill in every word you sew;

Oh wondrous prince!

Now when you have played the most melodious echo with my heartstrings
that'd shy away the Qanun,

I'll never let go of you,

Though I don't know if I'll ever have your heart as a miraculous boon;

You are the desert prince,
You flow like poetry,
Priceless unlike jewelries,
Amaze like magic
Whereas your love seems
like a beautiful tragic;

Beauty is mystery
mystery lies in darkness;
That may or may not be visible to the eyes;
And it flows like a dark river
that may carry danger
but also provides for life;

Every darkness ends to a light,
whether the darkness
is visible to the eyes or not;

Let the limitless sky and charming nature
untangle your messy mind
and calm your heart;
And let your mind wander
how this enchanting nature works;

a little ray of sunshine
with a sprinkle of happiness
Can be found even in the darkest days
At sunflower gardens

Cherishing my love for you,
I won't allow my morals to get away
Cause I know you aren't far away,

Somewhere in my heart,
I won't allow you to go far;

When all the lights get dimmed
And People are barely seen
When only their shadows remain
In this lingering darkness
hindering the paths as phoney ghosts;

When the moon gets shy
And sparkle of the stars get hidden
among fake lights;

Never-ending hopes start to sink
deep inside the heart,
When you get lost in this maze of
worldly abstract;

It all started with humans,
Humans,
Who were unaware,
And ignored those who asked them
to be beware;

And now,
There's nothing left except regrets!
Words will not be enough to describe this regret!

When you realize,
You could've prevented it,
When you cry to the oblivion,
"Just one chance please! I'll fix everything!"

But that chance you never get,
And nothing you could find to console yourself is left!
Except pains and regrets!

Seen enough
Stumbled enough
Tolerated enough
But still can't get enough
the way this world works

Darkness,
I remember how I led your way
into my life,
Allowing you to make me blind;

I regretted but I also repeated
again and again,

Like a cyclic process,
You became a part of my life,
With trifling causes;

You made me hope
for a light
to save myself;

And while waiting,
I realized that the light I'm hoping for
is deep inside me;

Buried, forgotten and it was so long
That I thought it was rotten
Just like you;

Looking for that thrilling chase,
Where knowledge is armour
And passion is sword,
Where bravery is known as 'explore'

But now I see
After the destructions hit me
That I was too carefree
That jinxed my own glee;

What happened to those
beautiful days?

Even though I know the answer
but my heart keeps denying
that painful phase;

Why I find it difficult
to calm my extremely beating heart
when you're around?

Everyone was there
But she was lost and alone,
In the realm of her own
she was yet to be known;

It amazes me
That how good she is with her patience,
The patience with which she works
To make our lives smooth,
Care for us despite our attitudes,
Keeps herself sane amongst difficulties
and never ending evil moves;

Can you imagine looking
down on earth from outer space?

And the feeling you'll get?
  Thrilling
Yet somehow terrifying,
Homesick
Yet so beautiful from far;

You yearn to go back
but at the same time
you want to stay back
And enjoy the ethereal sights,

Because deep down you know
that someday
you'll be back home;

I'll make you my world,
But the only thing I'll ask in return is
For you to make me the star of your sky,
The star
Which will give you heavenly peace upon it's sight,
Make you forget all your frights
Even in the deepest of the night;

I'm tired of being tired,
I want to just get up and move ahead
but this monotonous life  holding me back
with this strange force called 'tiredness'

Sometime when I feel alone
And I don't know where to go,
Will you be there for me?

To the world I'm a prodigy,
But around you
I don't know what to do
Or
Think of a proper strategy
Except ignoring you;

Maybe you're amusing,
Maybe you're funny,
Maybe you're beautiful
And maybe
You are too irresistible;

Even though,
I don't know how you'll look like,
I don't know how your voice will be like,
But I know
The sight of you will be like
a ray of sun in winter day,
The voice of yours will be like
the melody which I'd always want to play;

More than thoughts,
These are my dreams
To explore the unknown
and rule my kingdom alone
As a powerful Queen;

They say the odds and she hears
But they don't know behind that stoic face
There's a girl whimpering in fear;

Fear to fail to establish her theories,
Fear for her beliefs to perish
And fear for her hopes to tarnish;

I hope that you would find someone
who'll love you like me,
And someone
who doesn't share my destiny;

I know I'd be broken to see your arms
around someone
who isn't me,
But I doubt if I'll go through that breakdown
Considering how soon
I'll be only a memory;

She was crazy and wild,
Just the way he was irritated by her
He would be at peace
whenever she smiled;

Your smile is angelic,
Your scent is sedating,
Your voice is melodic
And only for you
I get this much poetic;

These feelings are confusing me
day by day,
And maybe that's why
I'm trying to find reasons
to stay away;

Because I've dreamt a life
with you,
That's more radiant than the sunlight,
More charming than the moon
when shining bright
And more magical than the aurora's
of the north side;