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


Wishful Star


Wishful Star


High above the clouds

you are my wishful star

where my wishes wait

like a winter seed

begging for your spring-

Could I wish for more

than the words you unravel

on my thirsty tongue?

For you I will travel

to that secret place

where gone wishes are

and would gather some

in your heart to pour

so I could wish for more

than a wishful star-


“Wishing, like sipping a glass of punch, or pulling aside a bearskin rug in order to access a hidden trapdoor in the floor, is merely a quiet way to spend one’s time before the candles are extinguished on one’s birthday cake.”

― Lemony Snicket, Horseradish: Bitter Truths You Can’t Avoid

How I Miss


How I miss


Oh how I miss giving you stars

the ones I gather every night

for you to wish upon once more,

and how began all by the shore

when you were gone

and all alone

I wished for you to know my face

and how my heart

your words ignite

the flames I quietly embrace.

I miss the tracing of the ink

on wings I sent flying your way

and now in silence all I think

is how I miss the words you say-


“where was I? in remarking that me is the envelopes and not nearly so much so, the often foolish letters inside.”

― Edward Gorey

Way to a heart


Way to a heart


If I love you in the distance,

will my muse find a way to your heart?

Stealing dreams that you guard

somewhere kept in the sea of your eyes

or the curve of your lips-

Do I kiss you to gather your words

dripping slowly in my mouth?

They part flavors of longing

and passion with hints of the unknown-

Will I find you in my bed when my hands

search the shape of your waist?

Confused dreams by my wants

late at night when your image embraced-

If I love you from far,

will my muse find a way to your heart?


“What I want is for you to touch me in ways that hands and teeth and skin cannot.”

― J. Andrew Schrecker





I’m stranded in your words

willfully suffocating ‘tween the softness

for I hold my breath with every rhyme

and feel my pulse race to the finish and climb

every nerve along my body.

May I call you mine?

Only in dreams will I ever find you,

your shape unique among the shadows

that plague my restlessness.

I beg you, let me follow

the traces of love left behind

by your heart sad and broken,

let me patch every crack with my words

when the verses are spoken

in the sound of the waves by the sea-

And I promise eternity

only in words may again live forever

in your hands if you knew

all the beauty I sustain deep within.

Let me laid by the warm of your hearth

I will silently watch you

catching dreams dropped neglected

by your hands smudged with ink.

Let me stay by your side for a moment

and I promise eternity

in the waves roaring loud in my oceans

amidst winds blowing hard to the south

 across skies painted blue


“In this story

I am the poet

You’re the poetry.”

― Arzum Uzun





I’m afraid to say love

but leave verses around like footprints

tiptoe steps late at night

searching far in my dreams for someone

at the end of this dance to reignite

what is left of my flame.

And then maybe this word I disclaim

will strangely part

from my tongue like a promise

and forever to hold without fears-

Maybe words are tattooed on the heart

in those moments we give

and they take what we have but the tears

leaving ashes behind.

But we learn to forgive

as we learn certain things to confine

to the verses you find

like footprints

tiptoe steps late at night-


“My ugly one, I love you for your waist of gold,

my beauty, I love you because of a wrinkle on your forehead,

love, I love you because you are clear and dark.”

― Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets





Your magnetic field encompass me whole

my wandering planets orbiting your sun

all across our distance when you are to call

I’ll answer “of course” lost in the trivialities

of an everyday meager conversations.

And if you must know underneath my tongue

hide the other words I would love to say

when your look entices fantasies to play

captured by the gravity of your constellations

I would love to speak of what hides inside

all the dreams I harvest but I would denied

if you ask again I’ll answer “whatever”

while dying inside to tell you “forever”


“One rarely falls in love without being as much attracted to what is interestingly wrong with someone as what is objectively healthy.”

― Alain de Botton