Lend me your hand, Habibi
Winters were long and 25
Lend me your hand, Habibi
Hold me warm
Lend me your hand, Habibi
It’s a long cold night
Tag: love
The Surfer
Salt on his board, sand in his underwear
A stud on waves, entertain a bored audience
Couple pose for pictures up on a dead tree
The sunset is lazy
One by one they all come in
A smile here and a frown there
Through the glasses of a sultry woman
He watches the ocean
Win Her
Worry not, Warrior,
the stone you throw
is into the deepest depth
of a beautiful heart
yet to be conquered.
The day she opens her heart
the sound you’ll hear
is not the slump of the stone
but the beat of her heart
that will beat for only you.
All the stones you threw
will come out in sweet kisses.
Like your warrior forefathers,
you will conquer,
but with love and verses.
Like your warrior foremothers,
you will dance with her
in the glittering desert adorned
by the tears of all your ancestors.
Clothes of Memories
How does one unsing songs
the notes of which
touched in places orgasmic
uncompose poems written in trance
How does one undo romances
that haunt with an ache
unlove love which was felt
in a moment of spontaneity
Now, how do I wash a kiss
of fire that rained
till it rode away in a taxi
at five in the morning
Even clothes wear memories,
burn them or wear them
Hugging Voice
Cozy, her voice
comforted me
over a crisis
Like a sister
she listened
Like a lover
she soothed
My soul
breaking in pieces
she gathered
with her voice
and ears
Over the Himalayas
across the ocean
she sent her voice
to hug me
to love me
to remind me
of she is there
to help bundle
me up
Flying Heart
The moon laughs
at the heart by my side.
The sun burns it to ashes.
My blood I pour and,
rises, it from ashes
and put on the wings
of a Phoenix
Your Funeral
- Image from Google
A horrible death he died,
the man I loved way back then.
Horrible – because he became you.
Their Love
A mid-August afternoon
he kissed her;
silence droned in her ears,
her heart wrenched
with emotions almost painful –
her heart throbbed,
’cause someone loved her so –
if he had kissed her
for hours,
it wouldn’t have sufficed.
Yet, with a single touch,
she knew she loved him
and he loved her as much.
She wanted to be closer –
under his skin –
with no time and space
between them.
She wished
nothing else mattered but –
their love
They Always Leave
His words wound around her fragile heart
like a vengeful venomous snake
to strike again with malice
she stood stupefied and motionless
trails of tears slithered down
the hill of her bony check
with careful intent he folded his clothes
she watched him pack his bags
swing it over his shoulders
in utmost grace he walked to the door
she held him back by his bag
and broke down crying
a broken heart to nurse, wet eyes to dry
why do they always leave her
making promises at first
she will stumble through life for answers
nobody can answer her questions
she will go back to being her
Save Your Heart
Save your heart, my child
let it open
it is beautiful
it is delicate
let it not break
it needs no breaking
it can’t break anymore
let it love
it is ready now
or not ready ever
save your heart, my child
let it beat inside you
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