"mizpah" poems
i wish to touch the bits of you that endure my dirt.
i wish
more than ever the shape of your face in the curve of my long and twisted fingers.
there's something about it that make my hands
okay to look at again.
like they may have a found a fitful purpose, caressing the demon mouth
that kisses my angel teeth,
residing underneath
my loved lips
that send trips
to your words.
they encase your bright
eyes
and devour the confidence left in them.
but what i meant
to say was, i see your bright
eyes
showing fight to the fence
that you build so high.
i can see the lies shine
like a light was tied ,
just for me to breach them.
just so i could teach them,
you are one to beat them.
even though its you who seeds them.
emitting the aroma of tainted goodness and its all
okay
because of the eutony of this all.
these words can break my fall.
if i make the call,
and summon the space,
my soul
will come and take the place
of the weak face
i can no longer
sonder,
anymore in the background of your filled up recognitions.
there's
no
space
for
my
sad
face.
there's
no
place
for
my
heart
ache.
sent into solivagance.
this is a dark red redamancy,
one of a curse.
the birth
of our breakage
started at the first
touch of a sacred
unto a scarred soul.
and she cried
finding nothing but an empty black hole,
in return. forever churned
in a lustuous magnetism.
a
love prison.
its something that buries itself
beneath all the logic in my heart,
creeping from underneath my sins.
its some kind of wonder,
beckoning the birth rights
of every death in my future.
[ it's some kind of mutual case of kalopsia. ]
Of all the questions that beg my being,
why do my fingers still only look straight
when they're resting on your rigid face ?
Dec 13, 2013
Dec 13, 2013 at 11:10 PM UTC
When you touch me
my joy loses it's voice
but comes out in sighs and happy cries
the blood beneath my skin
stops to savour your touch
and dances like a whirling sufi
under your starry skies
when my eyes meet yours
our hearts beats in rhythmic waves
like a melody that i crave
each vein of mine vibrates
like a harp string
pumping blood music
which makes me sing.
May 29, 2014
May 29, 2014 at 12:49 PM UTC
Ohh the shattered vase of your heart
And the colors that refract
You are my lsd
You are my water
Quite tainted water
I stopped drinking from you a long time ago
But I still haven’t recovered
I want to love you
But I simply can’t live in reality’s lie
Your quest is ignoring the conclusion
That there is no foundation in your ways
I’d make you feel how you would do
But I know that my eyes were a gift from God
As they are slowly blinding down
I know that my sight isn’t true for me
like yours
once tools used in vanity
Ohhhh imaginary mizpah
My delusional YUGEN
Incessant love and fear under tamed pain
******* the harlot out of me
I can’t tell you enough
It’s foolsgold
Please love
No gender will be it seems in the gates of Heaven
And every emotion more magical than any tongue
Be the painter of with-in-side your veins
And craft from what you create-not destry
I envied, you Were my world
But don’t envy the world
Whatever yours is
It’s just us in the midst of spirit D-DAY
I hate writing songs for you
It makes them old and die
Too weak to say no
For your granted *** sake
Please forsake your ways ------ ---
I need you to ******* become sane
Be stubborn now be broken later
Get broken now and become what matters.
I know what you want
Fantasia is your middle name
But reality has another story
And when you realize
That your mind is limited
But can see beyond it
Then you can care less about all of the things that mattered to you
Aug 29, 2014
Aug 29, 2014 at 7:56 PM UTC
I could rip off the skies for you
and keep the brightest of stars
but nothing could match
the twinkle of your eyes
and the endless galaxies
which whirls in your heart.
my soul yearns to hold you
the divine which you are
and my heart whispers in a constant susurrus
of the cosmic celebrations
it would indulge in
upon the meeting of our souls
that are yet so far.
Jun 3, 2014
Jun 3, 2014 at 1:27 PM UTC
We are getting lost slowly,
As we embrace the sheets all over.
But I can still feel you,
As veil is the only cover.
The fragrance is however same,
And dreams are turning into tales.
No cessation can minimize the desire,
Why are we blaming this to be a barrier?
The await is existent,
Upon the effort of weaving.
Coming around and staying for a while,
Is what we are craving.
Putting back together isn’t an option,
For it needs to be shattered initially.
Surviving shouldn’t be a choice,
When you can live aesthetically.
Undergoing again and again through the skin,
Caring less for piling up the sins.
No we are not distracted from each other,
Because the bond is true to itself.
Although the paths are disconnected,
Who cares if we are detached by interval or death?
The soul will keep us tied up endlessly,
Sticking on the edge until the last breath.
We are blessed by Him,
Though we are not so near.
In the name of mizpah,
I’ll keep you always in my prayers.
Oct 21, 2020
Oct 21, 2020 at 11:59 AM UTC
A crazy calm,
In static connectivity.
Let my language lessons guide you in....
To totalise...
A soundless notion,
In passive serendipity.
Let me work to illuminate you...
To breathe...
A delicate stillness,
In erratic interactivity.
Let me help maintain you to uncover...
To wire...
A tasteful satisfaction,
In hyper-mediocraty.
Let me catch a glimpse of the lustre...
To submerge...
A intricate perspective,
In instant telepathy,
Let me shower you in kaleidoscopic colour...
To rationalise...
A beautiful vertigo,
In fluid immobility.
Let me assimilate at this prelude...
To crave...
Let me emerge;
To prepare, for this full-scale metamorphosis...
With you!
May 10, 2018
May 10, 2018 at 12:57 PM UTC
i came across a case like historians
who failed to decipher scripts of old age
i failed to read his mind
who through his actions had put it on display
i failed to read his actions
kept his life locked behind the doors
never letting me in
and knowing
what he was going through
i foolishly
tagged him
blamed him
“for ruining our friendship”
the mizpah, the bond that kept us close
broke in an instant
bringing my world to an
“blackout”
my nights turned haunted again
the savior absquatulated me again
my ghosts began to rule over me again
leaving me in a state of despair
Nov 29, 2024
Nov 29, 2024 at 1:17 AM UTC