Infatuation

Drinking your Infatuation in cup you offer
Lifting my soul in like it’s a remedy
Neither for my innerness, but rather for
The self I’ve forgotten
Peeling a layer I’ve scarcely built
A raw combination of ups and downs
Neither have I known if the wind that passes
My leaves, is meant for me 
Yet my branches dance tending to blend
Consuming a huge keen capacity
Of the chemistry am made of
But I have blossomed enough
To know in which merger 
I’d merge in harmony 
Leaving my tongue to dance
My fingers to pace in beats of letters
My feet crumbling in severe wandering   drinking your ambiguity in a cup you offer

A consistent mission

Excuse my sensations for a minute
Endure my liberations in consistency
Am here in a mission to conquer you
Am here in a consistent mission
To complete the uncompleted part 
Excuse my sharpened sword
For you see, am here knowingly of you
I already know your mansion
Like the back of my hand
Excuse my daring arms
But what I’ve grabbed
Is in a state of ‘mine’
Endure my fullness 
Because am here in a mission to conquer you
No pity ; a bloodbath of sensations
Excuse me being so impatient
But what is a man but innocent selfishness
Be in my bucket, safely in a state of ‘mine’
Excuse my nails
Clinging their ways through your soul
Catching your contagious sense of liberation
And I already know my home
Like the back of my hand
Excuse your own existence
Because am here in a mission
A consistent mission to conquer you

The Immeasurable piece of me

A flowing water you run in my soul
Beneath my veins you’re within me
Ironically near and vulnerably far
And my heart is a hungry sponge to you
Between my palms I could hold you
But for a second after the other you slip away between my fingers
A flowing water, you run in my soul
Taking the shape of every immeasurable piece of me
Running in my veins making me shiver with fullness
Extremely near and yet so far away
And my heart is a boat sailing within you 
The two droplets of us together blending together in one crystal drop
Neither nothing could separate our differences
Smiliar like was never divided
And within blending you run in my soul                         
Taking the shape of every immeasurable piece of me
Blending together in one angelic harmony
An endless rhythm of similarities
An ocen of us,
were we are complete wholeness
And then like water, you run in my soul
Taking the shape of every immeasurable piece of me

It’s not a habit of opposites

It’s just a glimpse of how the heavens used to hug the skies
Tempting the lands that used to long for something more than such low
Observing the jealous wealthy trees of how traffic-less the deserts are
The longing of skins in breaking icy feels for complete warmth
And it’s not a habit of opposites
The way the sun longs in a hurry for setting low
Thinking of a day she might enjoy the calmness of complete darkness
The way the clouds move heading somewhere with no compass
And beneath the calmness of steady heavy mountains
You feel a desire of moving
Where despite standing somewhere heavenly
Your eyes won’t get away from the end of the horizon
And it’s not a habit of opposites
It’s a habit of something more
Something imaginably far beautiful
Than where you stand