Embrace

this burning. in my eyes is you. collapsed in two. nothing hurts more. than seeing you bruised. if I could. I would repair. with my own life. pieces of me. I would spare. till I was nothing. just to see you. out of despair. cannot bear to behold. these tears. in your pupils. barreling down. wear and tear of your heart. breaking into a thousand shards of glass. your existence is part of who I am. I the core of you the same. I will absorb what I can. so vent your rage. till you are spent. transmit ache in embrace. I will take. if you remain emaciated. I too will restrain. but on knee bent. will keep praying. I’m holding your face. consoling with gentle hand. I didn’t know this. how it feels. helplessness. I am love deep. but only human. sometimes I cannot reach. am dying for being weak. crying if I cannot heal. you. still will give everything. in the world. in my breath. to try to.

Synchronize

It starts in the core of me and rises. I felt it today under my feet. The ground was quaking, and reverberations scaling from raw earth through my incumbent fatality. Have you ever tasted an elixir, incandescent and provoking —an awakening potion of blood, sweat, tears, and fury? Then you too shall feel the tremor of renaissance despite an asphyxiation of universal casualties occurring in the warring hearts of mankind as you were caught between. Behind the context, beneath the lucidity, below the healing patch of scalded skin, betwixt the scar from recent stunting feats, beyond the injured knee throbbing words of defeat-- she was still in there, breathing. I saw her in the mirror lingering— her arms wrought with rope and eyes ridden with hope but focused like a stealth bullet in turbulence, spelunking daring waves of her inner terrain, leading to discovery of the ingrained world of whims and outer faces of nebulas liberated. The bane of existence is to let one’s true self be mutilated by a tornado of creeping realities or daunting omens, of self-created monsters or whispering Jinns. And so it is time to synthesize within, to synchronize the ever rapturous spirit with the body again...

Harmonies

You think you know. You think you know. You think you understand these words. But you don’t. What you hear is the song that overwhelms the true harmonies below. What feasts stir in your stomach is not what I feed, for in my cupped hands were mere crumbs and seeds of your fantasies. This tremble you feel in your heart is not the tremor of defeat, but the rumble of the running of my feet across crumbling concrete on slanted rooftop retreats. But you wouldn’t ever believe. So digest the façade as this is what benefits your nurture, and leave the deciphering of mysteries as a humbling blur. The cascading hair seen are not tresses, but a cloak to stop the obscene from entering me-- for the helter-skelter spider I saw in my dreams was drawn away with Surah Yaseen. Wander astray from shadowing trees after sunset, my mother told me, and when possible keep words divine escaping from lips like a holy rhyme of protection in the dark. And you couldn’t imagine how the sky in the day looks to me. Where I say I knew blue, I saw sheer white ecstasy. But when rays decreased, I have faded into me, to avoid the night's entities. And when you think I am speaking of someone else, it was a fleeting mention of you inaudibly, covered under plundering plays of poetics and racing words sprung beneath steaming sheets of thought and reality. And what affects me, and how I have rooted, bleeding sympathies, for those who assumed I never think of them, but instead they circle in my head constantly. Beautiful people, in my blood, in my world, and your faces in my heart twirling daily, deeply setting into me. How warm my soul becomes from your haunt—but I bet you never knew that I swallow love as each of you continually circulate through the veins of my destiny. You are sparks bouncing off my lunar beams. And when this midnight crosses, I rise quietly from my room, and take myself somewhere that you cannot go. But you think you understand these words. You think you know. How much I adore you. You think you know. But you don’t.