Blessed are the papers
that the poet writes on
for they will be filled
with mind and soul

Pieces of letters
Infinitely watering
the growing lilacs and daisies
planted in broken soils

Of moralities and immoralities
The curious wind hovers
Of fantasies and realities
It lands to the flowers

complex worlds
In the Paper, there it blooms
Unheard words
In the Paper, it unfolds

Covering scars or --
Opening wounds
through tattooed verses
of stories untold

Eyes and ears
in desperate propositions
Weapons and swords
in silent revolutions

A wondrous space.
Perhaps, it's an art exhibition.
of black inks in white textures,
the cheapest I've known.

She told me she loves me,
like how the sea remains,
even if the shore shoves it away.
On the day she left,
I thought of the words she said.
I shouldn't have felt secured then,
for she compared her love for me,
to the shallowest part of the sea.
She did not love me deeply.

Kismat, that was what it was.
Fate.
I left his hands shivering.
I knew we could never see each other again.
As his parents pulled him away from me, like I was tuberculosis.
I remember the one word, he said
"Kismat".
I fought my tears and my desired heart cried like a tired child for that one fond look.
When I love,
I leave no stone unturned.
And as I remember the man who taught me love,
I realize that our love was like the creeping vine which withers when it has nothing to embrace.

Meeting you was a breath of fresh air
A new beginning
And a chance to forget the past

Little did I know our time was limited
The clock ticking
The sands escaping every moment in our hourglass

I looked at her, beautiful and powerful
In the light of the fire and she said
"Leave one wolf alive,
And the sheep are never safe."

-j

one day
maybe
you will understand all that you are:
a never ending story
a star in the night
and the night
and the sky
a flower
and the garden
and the earth
you are art
and the artist
the song
and the voice
you are more than you know.

i hope you always find reasons to smile
that kind of smile that closes your eyes
i hope you always have a window to look out of
so that at night you can wish on stars
i hope you always find beauty in yourself
in your lips, in your eyes, in your heart
i hope love finds you
and that it never lets go
and i hope
i hope
i hope.

i hope the sky will constantly remind you of me