Not mine, will never be someone a part

of dreams I weave at night,

but such delight

the roundness of her hips

creating waves inside my blood to rush

for just a moment,

her unexpected touch

and hair next to my lips

too much to just contain in one embrace

of arms around my waist and heart-


July 15, 2018

“I had embraced you…

long before i hugged you.”

― Sanober Khan


Until the End


Until the End


Until the day I die

the farthest stars will always pull

my need for rhymes,

my need for love so many times

will stab my heart

and I a fool

will follow ‘til I break apart,

my eyes will rise

and look above the brightest light

and then again

like foolish men

I’ll follow blind-


July 2018

“The brain becomes illogical, in the throes of new romance.”

― Abhijit Naskar





Those parts you said belonged to me

I never did reclaim, your gift a fragile

thing we made of clouds and wicked wants

remains forever stuck in rhymes-

Maybe we live somewhere out there

between the seasons of forever

where we transformed diverging lives

into one merged in space and time

and I exist with you as mine-

Will you forgive me?

I tempted fate, enticed your longing

for burning skin of sun and sands

while I got lost between your hands

under the lace of dreamy nights-

Will you remember?

I’ll ask again, will you remember

how with my words I made you sin?

Without regrets or without shame

and how at night you touched your skin

while softly calling me by name.

Then tell me love, should I reclaim

those parts you said belonged to me?


July 2018

“There’s warm skin. A strong body that embraces you. Breaths that escape his gasping mouth. But… we’re calling out another’s name in our hearts. With our eyes closed, that person’s image surfaces in our minds. It was a sweet, gentle, yet cruel night.”

― Yuuri Eda

If Love Forgets


If Love Forgets


What’s underneath a look, a smile?

She likes me, she likes me not…

I am someone that love forgot

but her, she may remember

how soft a kiss, the trembling feel

across my chest of tender hands-

I listened close, her tempting lips

would shape the words

that tasted sweet of foreign lands

and I a fool could not conceal

the crawling feel of hidden wants-

But all shall pass, or maybe stay…

I wonder how she thinks of me

if how I am becomes so real

and we get lost in cadence sway

of hearts in need of love and play-

She likes me, she likes me not…

I am someone that love forgot.


“Well, now

If little by little you stop loving me

I shall stop loving you

Little by little

If suddenly you forget me

Do not look for me

For I shall already have forgotten you

If you think it long and mad the wind of banners that passes through my life

And you decide to leave me at the shore of the heart where I have roots


That on that day, at that hour, I shall lift my arms

And my roots will set off to seek another land”

― Pablo Neruda, Selected Poems

By the Water


By the water


Only I wish to transform just a bit

in your dreams somehow live

next to you by the water

where the seagulls so frantic and wild

flock the shore-

Did I tell you these wants from before

when you first stirred my heart with a smile?

And I wish sometimes could

hold your gaze long enough

to imagine a kiss,

with my arms wrapped around

where my love come to nest

in a flock  of desires-

And you arouse things I miss

when I wish to be lost in our time

next to you by the water

where the seagulls so frantic and wild

call your name next to mine-


“Flight of my mind rises beneath the seagull’s wings …then ocean is my motherland I feel.”

― Munia Khan

About Her Fire


About her fire


I miss the heat from her fire-

How it burned unrestrained in a heart

much inflamed by her love, oh how I miss

when her touch left a mark

on my skin which forever remains

and it rushed through my veins

reaching deep in my flesh-

And how I wish I could find

in the ashes that love left behind

if not flames from the fire

then forever her spark-


“Love, like fire, goes out without fuel.”

― Mikhail Lermontov

What’s Left Behind


What’s Left Behind


Your body a river

flowing smoothly through my mind,

on sleepless nights in the heat

of summer, evaporating streams

of wants I trace your shape in dreams

weaved in desires I can’t define

once awake-

And how do I keep you inside?

Once gone an empty space

retains the imprint

of far lost kisses, your gentle face

to haunt my days,

the empty space my nights-


“I felt her absence. it was like waking up one day with no teeth in your mouth. you wouldn’t need to run to the mirror to know they were gone”

― James Dashner, The Scorch Trials