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there is some aching
that will only heal...
in the mosque of sleep.

when I finally begin to drift
into sleep
your memory is the...first
and the moonlight
the last, to kiss my face.

i am infinitely yearning
brimming
and overflowing
in words

i discover
it's another way
for me
to be in tears.

all my life
i have looked for poems

to elope with.

may my faith always be
at the end of the day

like a hummingbird...returning
to its favorite flower.

I want you to crave
the crisp ocean breeze
as much as I do.
I want your soul to be
as rain-swept
as mine.

This winter, there will be no voices, no glimpses, no arms.
only the fabric of poetry, to keep me warm.

What's a rainy day
without some delicious
coffee-flavoured loneliness?

i'm glad to be alive
in a world where
his gently awakening eyes
nourish the morning sun.

A poem in the heart is worth
more than a million dollars
in the bank account.

moonlight disappears down the hills
mountains vanish into fog
and i vanish into poetry.

A single poem
is worth a hundred
cozy winter nights
kind words
and healed wounds.

you are
so delicious
to my poetic side.

my poetry is merely a body.
you are the soul in my words.

i have laughed
more than daffodils
and cried more than June.

It is kind of ridiculous that a poet is expected to live in the real world.

this heart yearns...
for the salt of unsmelt air
unswept thunderstorms...
unknown adventures.

Poems are invisible flowers on my skin.

Love me...with all the abandon
of a sudden wild rain.

..i spill into
the kind of silence
only Khalil Gibran would understand.

You are that one breath. that puts all the remaining breaths. back into my body.

love was never meant to be
just a metaphor
between the pages of poetry.

Some days I don't know what is greater.
My wisdom, or my stupidity.

may
this poetry
be the home
you will someday
come back to.

this life
has been
a landscape
of pain

and still,
flowers
bloom in it.

your gaze
across
my cheeks

turned them
into
strawberry fields.

for we all have
our own

twilights
and mists
and abysses

to return to.

I breathe in...the silence
of my own heart
aching with tenderness
with memories..
Of home.

For you
i have saved poems
under my skin.

most of the times
it's the hardest
to say
what I love more

you

or

your memory.

what is
more beautiful

tears, in someone's eyes
for me
or in my eyes
for them.

i want to
stay curled and cosied
and chocolated....forever
in my mother's arms.

I want to have a romance so grand,
it would have made Shakespeare fumble for words.

i will forever be colliding
with a billion unnamed
undiscovered stars, each of us
on our own orbital paths.

when i write of you, my dear
i am holding you
in the most
exquisite
ways.

stronger than mountains.
a place where my heart
feels the safest-
underneath his shirt.

i am either
a storm
or
a drought.

in-betweens
have never
been my thing.

the most
beautiful tide

is the sweep
of your heart
against mine.

kisses happen
when my morning
blueberry muffin
sails slowly
upon my savoring tongue.

some words
bring warmth
just by
being
next to each other.

i am so crammed
full of fears
that if you were
to touch me
i might either
fly
or break.

An animal in pain is the saddest thing on Earth.

Drink in the moon as though you might die of thirst.

the sapphire depth
of my own love...startles
and warms
and wounds my soul.

Poems can get
sleepless too

and become

the loneliest thing
in the universe.

when i speak to you
i speak as though
i am offering a rose
in your hand.

If I'm not around
I hope you'll remember me
and together we will hold on to our favorite song.

Maybe life is all about twirling under one of those midnight skies,
cutting a swathe through the breeze
and gently closing your eyes.

some poems froth
and foam and rise...

out of my morning cup of
mist-sweetened coffee.

Do not turn me
into
restless waters

if you cannot promise
to be my stream.

believe me when i say this.
when you love
someone.
you can
travel the world
in their laugh.

We hold on to poetry because it lights a fire in our soul and keeps our bodies warm.

I live there...
Far above the song-filled clouds,
where the dewdrops touch my skin so bare
I live there.

kisses explode
when...
someone
believes in me

when my heart cries out
a song of thanks
to yours.

i am
always
stalking you, my dear.

with my thoughts
my words.
my breath.

poets. have
the toughest job
in the universe-

of turning silence
into eloquence.

Every heart must have
its private
bestseller book.

leave me some music
that's chocolate
for the heart.

my love is a winter's mist
gently dissolving
through the window
at the nape of your neck.

fierce lovers.
and battle warriors

both come
from the same place.

there is bound
to be,
some bloodshed.

i am permanently
tanned
in the summer of poetry.

I was coming together...
limb by limb, after being broken
for an infinity.

kisses... are
and always will be

the only language

that I will have
ever truly known.

You only have to do one good thing to be in somebody's lifetime of prayers.

a single poem
the thing that can keep me
light on my feet,
when my soul is
heavy with sorrow.

Look, moon
I turned silver for you.

I write because there are things in me that cannot die.

Scatter as a prayer
escaping my lips...

as orchids
blooming in clouds.

there have been mornings
so quiet and tender
like a poem, on Thursday's lips
that I wondered
if I'd been kissed at all...

Poetry has saved me on occasions when people couldn't.

the time will come, my dear
when I will hold you close

and all will be
right again
in the world.

love can
embellish its beginning
sing its blossoming
and engrave its eternities

but can never
explain its loss.

how these words, wait to die
in the arms of all the poetry..
yet to be written.

May our twilights mix together
like breath and breathlessness.

If I began to draw
myself away from you

we'd still be like
two mixed colors of paint
impossible to separate.

the nights would be orphaned
without the sound of crickets chirping.

Breezy days
deserve the union
of two old friends.

May you
always have
open
breezy spaces
in your mind.

our feet
are grape-squashed in memories

our skins are still flushed
from the touch
of summer's lips.

savor
with me
the lushness
of a lingering sleep...
and last night's
dream.

words
like mysterious mermaids
come and live permanently
in the soft sweeps
and scars of my skin.

someday i will walk
under the soul-blossom tree
with my hand eternally woven in yours.

Tell me..how do you stand there?
filling the doorway....of my life.

i immerse
myself
in you

like
i immerse myself
into a
beautiful story.

a silent night. - the most eloquent poem i have ever read.

How....will I ever truly depict you?
You're perfect, my writing isn't.

all the words
all the poems
know
my warm, soft spots.

The most beautiful, amazing and inevitable fact about life-
Everything has a natural healing
process.

Live as many lives as you can.

When admiring other people's gardens, don't forget to tend to your own flowers.

I blink January's lashes
and gush down December's cheeks

we always knew
that good times came
with termination contracts
even if we weren't quite ready
to sign it.

What you are trying to let go of
...is already gone.

Your words...
I hold them deep
like ancient skins
hold wrinkles.

A single poem, alone
can turn tides
scatter galaxies
and burst forth with rivers
from paradise.

poetry
melts my bones.
enters my blood.

and changes
its composition.

Look at
how deeply flawed
we are

and yet
capable of loving
so perfectly.

violent storms. and beautiful smiles. both have electricity. both are equally destructive in nature.

If my life were a fragrance, it would smell like the sea.

love
wounds me
with soft pillows
with tender lips
and fingers