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this is every sunday; the moment
before a meal where oregano, in all
its romantic wisdom, rises like
a secret to my lips and tells me
not yet to ask for tomorrow,
but to sleep in the crook of its neck.
The Oneness
is complete
when the Yin
and Yang meet

in harmony:
no dissonance
no rough edges
the undertone is sweet

beyond words
doubt, arguments
only the consonance
beyond dispute

Yin and Yang
Yang and Yin
the match perfect
where two hearts greet
In myself
I may take pride
but this I keep inside

life is lived
in the singular
little of the intrinsic
is found in the outside

society is an aggregate
a symbol, amorphous
no direction does it pose-
I alone will be my best guide
Embers fall off a fire

Onto my worn down coat

It doesn't matter anyway
For I just want to watch the smoke

Fly up high into the sky

Where it'll dance with the stars

Get lost in the night wind,
Just like our memoirs

Time moves by with the fireflies

Mingling about through the night

One day I'll find that we'll all die
Behold my soul,
both meek and bold

A story of love,
yet untold

I am but dust,
and you the sky

In your embrace,
I live and die.
The Untold Story 25/01/2025 © All Rights Reserved by Jamil Hussain
Am I awake?
Alive, but unsung
Ego under
Self-fandom dead
No one in worship
Alone in the bed
Cold as a single in
the bed that we've made.

This wasn't supposed to be
about you,
but you have completely
overrun me defenses,
invaded every peaceful
part of my being.

And I've been sleep walking
through our love
only to find
I was never restrained.
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