I think I’m coming down now
Reacquainted with myself,
I’m breaking down now
Tears choke my breath,
I’m drifting down now
As light tears through the veil of your corona
Consumed by this blinding sun,
I’m crashing down now
Don’t melt my wings I beg,
In your eyes I wanna soar,
I wanna fly with you some more…
Submitting to your lips
Like a dervish,
Whirling on your fingertips
Reborn in your eclipse, my elixir, my healer,
You’re the high, the supply and the dealer
The balm to my scars
The unbroken line from your palms to mine
A lifetime within a moment,
A moment of serene calm…
Your eyes in the storm,
Keep me warm, adrift and awash in your hue
I’m soaked through,
So let me drown in you
Submerged in your waters,
Let me drown in you
At one with your aura,
I’m spiralling in to you
So let me drown,
Let me drown,
Just let me drown in you..
Tag: romantic
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Morning snooze
Beep beep beep!!
Snoozing that cursed alarm
On cue, you dive right in
The duvet starts rustling
A blanket of leaves billowing in the wind
Tugging on my pillow
Nuzzling into my chin
My cue…
Kissing the top of your cheek,
Feeling your nose wrinkling
You’re smiling now…
And though outside it might be drizzling
I’m in here with you..another day
Another day, another win
Such a simple thing
The simple things jaan
Making me feel like a winner
Like..
Like I’ve got everything
Everything right here
Under this duvet, with you
Jaan come,
Come roll over this way
Let me hold you through another snooze
On this lazy, hazy morning
Pretending we ain’t got nowhere to be
Snuggling in a pretend deep sleep
Huddling up so close to me
Till my stubble tickles you into a little giggle that belies your Sleeping Beauty routine
If only jaan,
If only we could disarm the alarm and stay laying this way all day
Until my arm is the only thing left on snooze
Kya khayaal hai? – what do you think
What do we have to lose?
Let them wait
How could we be late?
Like I said before…
We’re already here x
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Fanaa
Do the hues leave clues, as to the depth from which, the stillness in your gaze,
draws in this moth, willing to scald its wings?
Maybe you’ll see through my inept utterings,
as I stutter and stumble,
humbled by the intensity of those eyes
Drawn to the intent of those eyes
On my knees, I relent to those eyes
Deepest of browns – like dusk veiling dawn – as I descend into those eyes
Until, there is no longer I
Only an echo,
A shadow,
A moon-drunk moth still dancing, on the shimmer of your gaze
Fanaa* in your flame
Finally, you blink…
and allow me to breathe
I’m ready to sink once again
To fall through the canopy of those lashes
and into my lover’s eyes
Are you ready?
Now don’t blink this time…🧿
Explainer: Fanaa* – a Sufi term for the annihilation of ego / self in the presence of the divine / beloved.
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Akhiyan (Bekhudi)
Beholden to your gaze
I turn away—into the haze of the afternoon sky
Or was that all still your eyes?…
Losing myself…
Shimmering hues dance and swirl, devilishly,
as my mind—a dervish—whirls
into dreams beyond such naïve conjecture.
…
Akhiyan (Bekhudi) – “Eyes (Ecstasy of Self-loss)” in Urdu; perception dissolving into surrender, or the gaze that unravels the self.
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Crescents
There’s something about cupping my hands around yours—
Like two crescents of the same moon,
Holding a world within—
Yet, nothing at all
Just a space,
unchanging—
A moment the cold cannot reach
Let’s hold it a little longer
Leave the world eclipsed
So what if we’re late?
It’s already all in hand.
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Beholdher
I’ve yet to get a handle on my self
What hope is there of grasping you?
Sitting there,
Greater than the sum of all my senses
A manifestation,
Born of perception
A version of truth?
Or a manifest deception?
A mirage
A visage
Whatever you may be
Just, continue to be
Do my eyes deceive?
Do I just want to believe?
Honestly,
Irrelevant to me
So I beg you please—
Just, continue to be.
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Winning and losing
Sincerely I wanna commit a sin dearly
Whenever you are a near me
Two shadows fighting over a waining light
Delighting in this reverie
Every time I think of you
Another chink in my armour reveals itself
So appealing is the thought of losing to you
For even when I lose I win
How could I refuse this sin?
My muse you may find this amusing
This confusion of winning and losing
Makes you merely more alluring
Assuring me of the assertion that by losing myself to you.. I’ve won.
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