I hate you so much that I don’t hate you, Sometimes I try to define your beauty. I watch as the wind hits your nose, The reflection of the sun in your eyes, The way the night sky steals from your beauty, The way your cheeks turns pink when you blush…. Infinities of glory I…
You, Me and my notion over you
I’m just envious about myself, For there are million reasons, But one perturbed me, The most. It’s the notion, That kindles me alive, Of losing myself, Over you. I love the feeling, It’s just you in the conclusion. That kindles me alive, The notion of losing, Myself over you.
A Lover’s Curse
Abid swerved into the driveway, putting the car into park. Now for any other day, his brother Jaber would have taken it easy knowing that he can trust his brother’s driving. Today, it was different. Jaber knew that his brother was going through enough inside as he had caught his little brother having tears roll…
Feeling isn’t mutual.
Have you ever seen a pretty girl in the café, ordering the same drink as yours and you are like ‘We have so much in common, already’? Well, that is just fatal attraction. Don’t worry about that. You will get over her in no time. But this particular girl, you have met more than twice…
A fairytale.
“…your soul was so soft before she came into your life before she ripped your heart into pieces before you fell for her heart and then she left your soul was so soft before it became cold hearted weak and pained and the hardest thing to see if you ask me is a soft heart…
Stargazing Across the Oceans
“Have you not put your phone to charge?”, she glared at him over the FaceTime although knowing he has charged his phone back and forth throughout the four-hour period of their conversation. Love does not see time nor distance, they knew, but only the true love between them felt how much they mourned every day,…
A love in Paris.
Don’t let the light touch this darkness,In the subtle dust of dusk; settling in the distant moon. The footsteps and the blister of love. What makes Paris beautiful. March ahead the serenade of the sleepless fountain. Singing to the chorus of that French song we listened to on the train. Breathing the frosty lake and…
Blue Sky through Bare Branches.
I look, upwards, at blue sky through bare branches,the dewy wet of cool, green grass on my back,clinging, sinking, pulling me further away from this place.I long for the stillness of beingfound only in the shedding of this meat that plants me here. Oh, to touch those spaces in-between.To graze my lips upon that azure skin.O, opiate…
One’s First Love
He waited till his mother went around the house chanting prayers to all his siblings before Ms. Rukhaiyah came to the front to where he was lying on the couch watching his favourite team play in the La Liga. His mother bent over obstructing a complete view of the television to blow over the prayers…
If I could go back.
If I could go back in time, I’d definitely go back to feel them feelings twice again,Only to remind my previous self that it’ll eventually go away leaving no less pain for me to feign. If I could back in time, I’d definitely go back to tell my best-friend them butterflies are nothing but a…