Hold Me…


Hold me…
And wash away my silly and annoying awkwardness,
That is overgrown with irrelevant and tiresome details,
Of how things should be

I need you to hold me…
To take away my loneliness and silence,
I need time to stop my heart and feel all things,
That I wish, hope and dream of, only in an instant

Please hold me and trap my searching soul,
That anticipates, yearns and desires,
To dance like trees and flowers in the rain,
I want that moment to sink deep in my veins

Hold me, my dear…
Let my passion flow through you like a river,
I need to embrace a clear vision of true beauty,
To explore and discover new possibilities in your arms

In your arms,
I will swim in the stars and the clear moon,
I will give myself freely to you,
I will be that innocent leaf carried by the wind

When you hold me,
I will have no words to call that feeling,
But I know it is delicate, beautiful and smooth like fragile petals,
With bright colors which carry my stagnant distilled peace…


Trapped Voice


He thought that in time, his mind will protect his sanity,
From mounting storms and chaos raging through his flimsy heart,
This rose, whenever he was close enough to experience her scent
In a second he was plunged into a state of enchantment

He was floating in the nothingness of the moment,
It bathed away all his old scars and made him new,
He was waving goodbye to suck desires,
He was a child of oblivion

It was a time to listen to the rhythms of his blinded heart,
He was spell-bounded in the amber of that delicious moment,
Never hesitating to wash all mannerism and pretenses,
Time was never guided by any system

The beauty in her scent carried silent power,
It was warm and had cherry blossom,
His black knowledge hinted that his time was here and now,
And it made blood to throb fiercely through his veins,

He was tired of waiting and wilting through cold days,
He was going to finally tell her about his black desires,
Even with a benign smile he felt disillusioned and lost,
He was unable to control his sensibility and emotions,

He wanted to tell her how much he needed her,
How much his days passed without any purpose,
How much he dreamt, wished and hoped for them both,
But the dryness of his throat spurted empty words,

He couldn’t do it!
The truth was too heavy!
He had failed yet again…
To save his trapped voice


The Awakening


From the windows of my soul, I could see the image of me,
Dancing in the timeless blue moon strokes,
Rending and tearing through time and space,
With my anxious, agile, slither body,

The breeze smelled of new earth and air,
I was surrounded and protected by an invincible chord,
I tasted a feeling of the ultimate freedom & fortification,
This was my tedious dream and fantasy made real,
I wished to hold and hoard that very moment,

A welcoming caress was flowing through my skin,
It made me immobile yet suspended my very soul,
There was easy and magical intimacy in the air,
Passing time distilled the sweetness of the moment,

My ocean-like ears were drowning every grief,
Satisfying all my senses with a worldly opulence,
I was the sun, the flower, the sky,
Filled with wild and unpredictable love,

It was a feeling of being unreachable,
It was marvelous and ruinous all at once,
It was painful yet amazing,
It was abnormal yet so real,
It was old yet so new,
It made me free and warm

Soul Food


You have to learn tolerance in the face of dualities such as cold and warm, or happiness and distress. Tolerance will free you from all anxieties regarding loss or gain.

I Am


I am a brightly colored petal that sings in the wind,
My appetite appeals to guide my precious virtues,
While my soul seeks to demystify the many layers of mysteries,
To tranquil the raging storms which form sad fearful faces…

I like slowing every moment with a light kiss,
Even those instances that try to fail my efforts,
For they carry great, silent and gentle humbleness,
That is only open for the windows of my soul…

As the moon shines a silvered pale light,
I bath in a pool of sophisticated strong air,
That is unspeakable than the fear in me,
Of a black script that swirls before my eyes

Like an electric current, my heated blood pulse,
From the hunger of seeking and exploring,
All the innocence and splendor that lies ahead,
And to see the many faces that beauty presents

As the invincible dawn brings in new strengths and possibilities,
I will slow down my heart to the pace of a pendulum,
To feel the golden-orange rays run through my skin,
And to remind me that I am alive and living!


Messy Vitality


Normal is as dead as leather shoes,
It is as solemn as a moment of farewell,
Its path is plain and is the ultimate bore,
Its silent power forces drool to drip from the mouth

I love distorted than all that is straight as an arrow,
I love all that is vague rather than the articulated,
I’d love to think when boring marries interesting,
They bare messy vitality that flinches dead senses back to life

I would devotedly choose richness over clarity,
Because it swirls and blinks wanderlust to the unknown,
It is like the sound of that desired first kiss,
That speaks a thousand words, that which cannot be spoken

I like to think that it is indeed relieving not to know,
To embrace all the sweet simple things that surrounds us,
Those which vibrate the feeling of realness and of trust,
Spread our wings and marvel at the earth, its flowers and wonder,
For there are tentacles spread everywhere in the path of normalcy


Sounds of Unrestricted Love


The dead oaks spread across the earth,
Other trees stood still, somber like mourners,
They were honor guides of earthly angels,
They were escorting the sinless souls that lay still

This morning was freshened by light caressing breeze,
That ran softly through the currency of shadows,
That was spilled by the mourning trees that stood silent,
Her tired edges were smoothed by their flawless beauty

She felt light as a feather floating in high attitudes,
She was surrounded by the air that carried sweet grassy scents,
Strands of brightened sunshine fell silently from the scenic sky,
There could be many places that she could be at that moment,
She closed her eyes, glad that she was here to experience all these

The wide-eyed owl stared at her with a curiosity that pinched
As if it could tell that her eyes were feigning happiness,
Like someone who was wise, mysterious and watchful,
That swift fly centered and calmed the storms in her life
As they made wordless sounds of unrestricted love


Sounds of the Silent Night


The night was young and the full moon appeared like a snowy stone
it was also eerie, silent and still like an abandoned church
it seemed to evoke a strange chemical presence in my blood
vague anxiety was carried by the energy that buzzed in the air.

This night was gentle, the moon and the stars called me
i felt a lonely and powerful presence in the silent air
i was breathing it, taking it all in with an inexplicable wonder
i felt it invade my place of refuge and all my dark corners.

Shadowy images spun and spun like disks in my head
they were beautiful, grotesque and also inappropriate
my animal senses seemed to react as if the images were real
my body was a flower opening in the rain

Like a quiet tide, memories raised me higher and higher
of a black script that I had chosen over the branded one
i was a feather, floating and dancing in my own sweet melody
this night carried an invincible air of strength and sophistication
the textures, colors and sounds of this night were intensely real


Please Kiss Me


I want to drift into that far away place with that kiss
a place that is never guided by self-blinded rules
where I will splendidly sing my heart’s real meaning
please kiss me; I am dying of wanting and needing.

I have no words for what I feel when I dream of you
yet I will end up calling it force, beauty and sublimity
because it forces me lose my sensibility and emotions
kiss me and calm the raging storm that pervades my heart.

The voice of my heart cannot stop calling you
and my relentless dreams cannot help but wish
to feel the things that I had never felt before
i need you to make my time stand still by kissing me.

That kiss will bring me new eyes to see the marvel
of exploring and discovering secrets and powers of a moment
a moment that will turn me into a small, helpless fly
too weak but willing to be trapped in a blissful moment.

In a moment we can both achieve all things worth dreaming
we can both be two helpless human souls searching and exploring
because it is the perfect making and creation of humanity
you are a bright butterfly and you make all petals glow
Please just kiss me and maybe I will speak of my eternal love…


All of Me


The sky looked too heavy and swirled my mind,
The murky blue shackled by every pain that we shared,
I was a child pushing myself hard as if in a nightmare,
I had no desire to move forward, but I pushed my body

The last bit that made me human was struggling,
And my obligation towards its survival was as strong as love,
I frantically tried to stamp down all thoughts that scared me,
And all the forces of darkness deep down my throat

The rhythm of my heart had become soft and thin,
It was as if I was floating in a weightless dread,
I felt my eyes hollow as if pleading for a sign, any sign,
A dove, love from up and above the heavens

I cradled that possibility down, deep in my heart and mind,
Of cause recent events had flooded my entire life with shame,
Now I craved and raved to recede into a distant horizon,
Like a surging nausea, I wished to hide grief that welled in me,
The reality of how wrong things were was too demeaning and wrenching