When two souls join as one, time stops.
As the lips meet for the first time time inner fire is stoked and the world blocked ftom the senses.
In that special moment, only those two souls exist.
Unfettered passion.
Love.

Sometimes,
Usually at the worst times,
It becomes painfully obvious,
How very different we are.

You're never going to love me
The way I love you.
And I'm never going to be the
Type of sane, the type of stable
That you want.

It isn't that we're not compatible.
It isn't that we don't love each other.

It is simply that
We are very, very different.

I realized this last night.

From our interactions.
From you barely showing affection.
Ftom you only kissing my lips five times since you got home.
From your reluctancy to provide me comfort.

From how the words "I love you" and "I need you" and "I want you around"
Kept getting caught in my throat
And instead came out
As mangled "I'm sorry"'s.

Because I am sorry.
I'm sorry I have loved you for so long.
I am sorry that I desire a love and affection from you
That it seems you cannot give.
That, at the very least, you cannot give to me.

I am sorry for trying to force my way through your walls.
I am sorry for trying to make you love me
The way I love you.
That was too much to ask.

I am sorry for relying on you.
I am sorry for trying to make you care for me
More than anyone really should.

I am sorry about all the problems I've given you.
All the pain I've caused.

I am sorry.

I can assure you, it will not happen again.

What happens when the spiral stops somewhere between suicide and
comatose state?
How long can you linger there and debate your fate?
If you stay long enough will it be worth the wait?
When days turn to years and you realize nothings changed
Except a few random moments away ftom the pain. Only to watch your children battle the same
It takes strength to stay and it takes weakness to leave
A shred of hope helps you continue to believe

Laugh shriek quake
scream 4,000 miles
into your pillow
no worries dear no
one can hear you
here and anyway
grief makes a funnel
of itself and like an
abscess the entrance
is but a dot of ache
(like a smack that
doesn't really hurt)
that grows wider
into a deafening
wail you can empty
yourself here, just
keep digging until

Someone in China
drops dead ftom your
pain

MEMORIES.

where there's no one,
i rejoice a whole
      world!

with nothing on
      the ground,
i hear but love in
      sound;

with nothing to
     see in eyes,
i alone enjoy
     green fields;

when there's for
     me no beat
gabriel lends his
     hand to complete;

smiling faces by
     me stand,
eager to hold me
     in hand;

all i've is not
    today's world:
for i find new joy
    in the old.

for all my joy there's
    but one place
      where i run, time
         and again.
where i play in
    its blessed rain.

there i never feel
    alone--
but feel, know i
    am the one.

alot of me ftom today
    is left kept and hid,
so much of me
    there is lit!

not a thing for
    me is vain,
what a world of
    joy to gain:

for there i no
   more grieve.
there is but joy to
   weave--

not anymore for
    me to miss,
all joy is mine at
   will, this!

             -by
   Hakim Kassim.
  d. June 08, 2017.

Hello
Hello
(She recognised the voice)

Hello
Hello...Who is that?
I am so and so
(She is on cloud nine)
Happy Birthday
(She scolded herself that she had to ring up and wish not when he was calling)

I wanted to tell you something
(She knew what he was going to tell)
Yes, tell me
(She was longing....to hear that)

Her heat beat had gone up
Thinking about the next moment
Both the sides dead silence

And She woke up ftom her dream
still her heart was beating
And still it is beating
And still she is longing.......