We

Painting by François Henri Galland

We heal,

When we feel.

We touch the Skin,

And the bruises buried within.
Under sky, we lay finding stars,
Failing, you draw them connecting my scars.

We hold whooshing waves of an ocean,

We pretend and hide our emotion

Cuddle and say odd stories,

We lay with memories.

When we kiss,

It's bliss.

We rejoice

With husky voice.

We look with adoration.

Love? or some silly ideation. 

Fumble, but its frivolous after all,

Gulp more wine to forget the windfall.

We enwrap and we snuggle and nuzzle,

Then fit like the perfect puzzle.

Sync kiss with my song,

Hold onto bit long.

When we feel

We heal.

You and I

You and I in the midst of the world.
I danced with the music and twirled.
With chaos and screams,
You still come in my dreams.

In the story of lost and found,
I lost myself and run to you to be found.
Where you love my soul and not my skin.
Where you love my love and I would win.

There is a heart beneath the valleys and ridges,
Who sings a broken song to mend those bridges.
When I stop pretending that I don't care,
Please come to me and say that you are there.

When one night I forget to recite your poem to sleep,
Sing me instead, an old song of mine to keep.

Chaos and Peace

There lay a pile of bones,

Intact with the tear of stones. 

Some torn skin scattered around
Love was made when her love drowned.

Caged in smoke her song float
Dipped in wine her eyes gloat.
With chaos all around
A penumbra of peace surround.

From ruins, she recreated his old verse
In a quest of searching love of hers.
A verse which had her moon,
her tears, her cocoon.

A scribbled book of Pamuk's he holds
Burnt old diary of verses, she re-molds.
She looked down the window and her tomorrow stands
carrying hope beyond nothingness in her dead hands.

Stars

She lay unconcealed, gazing the fake stars.

Her sparkled eyes had a delusive faith

of owning the very moment

and a pride that she obliterated old blurred scars.

Her eyes were moist and bemused

saying the tale of love and joy.

It was a complete euphoria

as the love trickled and diffused.

The beauty of the silence was hard to break

Holding a post-love fag, she docilely smiled instead.

Viridian wings

She crawled on the floor,
Gathering jarred pride and
Scattered broken viridian wings.
Her cerulean skin bled love
and Carbon kohl
Flowed with black dreams.

Unbuttoned beige spirit,
stared the mirror.
Her face had an archaic smile
as well as fresh terror.

Unburnt scarlet poems and
carmine petals flew all around
Her veil holds the cobalt raindrops
of a rainy night that had no sound.

Near the pane before prussian sky,
she held grey smoke.
Befogging his silhouette, his sight.

Mortal Moment

Clogged emptiness couldn't fly buoyantly,
Malignantly grew the callus within.
Smothered and stoned in Grey smoke
I promised not to catch his last glimpse.

Trapped in tangibility
shed the skin,
Silence veiled the soul
And the eyes deceived.

Dejected or loved,
Cared or mocked
Destroyed or molded,
Nothing mattered at last.

Lost in the riot
I wished to run back to you
Instead, I sobbed
and wished my corpse never reach you.

The moment was mortal
and it died placidly.

Write remembrance
and destroy them
Or scribble poems
and burn them.
But let me be in your thoughts for a while.

Muffled voice

Tarnished bygone memories
And muckle of untold stories.
Thousands thought about you
Drowned and floated through.
Till they took the shape of words
and burgeoned forth to lines.

Your blithe spirit
And frolicking lips
Stanched all lines
Chocked all words.

En-wrapped between lips,
The voice muffled.
Incomplete lines
Struggled and scuffled.

Bathed in love,
memories faded.

tranquil within,
stories were forgotten.