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Perveiz Ali Oct 2015
My Valued Muse

Can I call you my home?
As home is where heart is,
Shield to my tender wants,
The ****** of my inner thoughts.

Can I call you by my name? As name publicly identifies,
My tag, in every good or bad,
You chose to happily claim.

Can I call you my investment? As investment is for future security,
Planned and evaluated carefully  
No regrets, I venture capital  happily.  

Can I call you my achievement?
An achievement I am  proud of,
To open sky, I announce quite often,
Loud and clear your
Goals are met

Can I call you my heart?
As heart is the regulator of all
One's thinking and actions,
Without any change of outer being.

Can I call you my body?
As miles apart, I bleed from a cut,
One you experienced whilst cooking,
My body forever linked to yours.

Can I call you my public officer,
As you announce my name in parts unseen,
Fame simply from being a disciple of love,
My name you broadcast to thousands.

Can I call you my book?
With chapters and pages,
Organized with my attitude and silly wits,
Chapters in a storyline that carries my act.

Can I call you my Iife?
As every possession of yours is valued,
As dear to me in every way,
As it is to you ... My existence  rests with you.
©Perveiz Ali
Cease2Exist Apr 2016
I saw you again
After a year
Walking down that hallway
Coming near

My legs froze
Or was it my heart?
Stopped was time
When did it restart?

I didn’t dare make eye contact
I didn’t dare say hi
I only stood there breathless
As you passed by

You laughed a little
If I remember correctly
You were mocking me
To say it politely

You grew taller
Your smile grew wider
Iife has done you well
At least that is what I could tell

Before I could make one full blink
It was over
You were gone
Once again

With that
My lifes miserable attempt
At a ****** joke
Ended

And so did this hateful reunion.
Used to like watching tv
Now it just makes me bored
Used to love you and me
When it was fun - how I adored

Now my rhythm’s all over the place
And so is my aching head
From too much time
Wasted on someone
Who would rather be in bed

Always too tired or broke it seems
To live Iife to the full
I’m sitting surrounded by shattered dreams
Feeling an ache I wish would dull

A wasted effort
Too much did I give
This depletion is real
Emptied out through combative

Exchanges and retorts
They say romance is dead
Stillborn with you
From beginning to end

So I take my leave
And throw in the towel
Wipe the slate clean
Before I fall foul

To another broken heart
Like the pieces of my dreams
Scattered all around me
Unpicked at the seams

Salvaging something from the wreck
That’s sinking to the bottom of the ocean bed
A smidgin of that stuff named dignity
That will keep me afloat now at last I  am free...
Diksha Dhiman Nov 2020
Iife is all about finding joy in all the big and small moments...if you are not able to find it....then it's about creating joy.
                                 -diksha dhiman
This is for the unsung melodies, broken bodies, I know y'all hear me,
I can still feel tears, from centuries ago, yo I go for the beat that cycles,
Pain for pain, can't seem to find a drain, flooded with too much on my brain,
All things remain, the same , wish I could bring my loved ones back,
It's hard to stay on track, when I'm off track, unraveling the dirt, from below,
Six feet of weapin pain, still tryna gather all of the frizzled strangs,
Let the voices of heaven rang, I saw angels blowing trumpets, doing they thang,
Brother louie, on the front row , next to Gillespie, putting on a show,
Yo it's prophecy, or better yet a miracle, close I play to the oracles,
Just another everyday script, from the spiritual chronicles, there he go,
Yosef flipping again, nope it's not for show, and it ain't for the dough, yo,
I gotta keep it real to the people, pain loves to travel wherever, pain glows,
They know, fast life leads to a death slow, embrace soon you'll have to face,
Reality, why every body tryna battle me, I'm just a spirit, in a human body,
Transformed, since I was born, near the eye the storm, close but far from harm,
Catch the rain bands, everybody reaching out, without they hands,
Minds of chaos is froth, I was cut from Jesus cloth, so I'm destined to rot, my heart darker than a kettle, or a iron ***,
Chipped off the charcoal, over my soul, but still got many pieces, to puzzle,
Iife's unsolved mysteries, in this day an age to be, about a quarter of a century,
I had enemies, but now most of my enemies, done demised before me,
Learned peace and harmony, slap my hands together, pray hard under stormy weather,
Up my energy fire Kundalini, snake presence, sent as an angelic,
In intelligent, form octopus telekinesis as my heart beats of, love increases,
Treat most like my family, if yall real with me, no need to sip Kermit tea,
Avoid drama piranha, I'm the real deal slash with no comma, equals honor,
No dishonor, allowed in my battlefield shroud, blow mushroom clouds,
Out loud, miss the fakes, every ten minutes to eight, I take a spiritual break,
To ease out the heavy heart rate, but still got many grievances, on my freight,
I'm living backwards like I'm out of date, lonely in this, world myself is my mate,
Howl at the moon, see leaking spirits oozing from the tombs, as broom,
Ya subconscious, clean out the nonsense, only for the real, no false pretense,

— The End —