Floating

and we are one boundless
freedom beat away from
each others hearts.
where the wind blows
and suddenly becomes
never; we are inside the
real.We are drowning in our
us and the black holds our backs
tightly around our regrets...
and lets go;
till we become the light

Gentle mystery

Created by Kanika Raina

Dreamer

" be everybody!  Why love one or two people close to you? Love all! Take the whole world as your home; make every mountain and river your own; treat every child- white, black , brown , rich, poor- as your very own, and live in a way that will make earth a better place.  That is the meaning of worship of God" -Eknath Easwaran

Let me in

you were laying in between us

with softer skins of saddened

pleas.

where your soul first

layered its’ eyes and fell

in love with my us;

we became.

more than your

earth i was subsided by

the ether windy of

our vacancy eyes.

our vacancy eyes 

who are

filled with mate temptation

of curdling the royal imagining.

did you see the human

in them?

the magic of our eyelids

disappeared one night;

we woke up with dusted

sanskrit hearts.

Shantideva

Today, all is well.

Today, indeed, I’m hale and well,
I have enough to eat and I am not in danger.
But this life is fleeting, unreliable,
My body is like something briefly lent.

Shantideva

Life

And you were a poppy

Seeded in our underwater

Orchestras’ dream.        

Each bow of breath you

Feel from this passageway

Sets apart our moment in time;

Our moment of timeless.

Stapled my beliefs to your

Lowered down walls,

I was abused in happiness and

Seduced by our perfection.

Vast of our bloom you were

Drowning we were

Creating.

Summoned by us

My torso is dimming in your

Lights because the trails

No longer require our

Flashlights.

Mercury lumber bites

Our skies and clouded rain

Fills our distant eyes:

Poetry that is mine.

Not me but mine.

There are better days

And today was meant for our

Births. I spoke to you already

And you  were disappearing

In cystic infused normalcy.

There you were in samples

Of my womb;

Holding on to my intuition’s

Breath.

Growing

Today wont fluctuate

Our broken dreams;

It will only brighten our

Surrendering.

That was my complete to

You that was my

misunderstanding

With our forgivens’.

With my solitude morning

We are completed by us

Through us in us as one.

Snowflake that never falls;

I am your melted grief...

Growing.

Forest Green

Where the wind

Settles upon us where

The wind dries within us.

Separated by our backs

And intuitively spoken

Without the normal of

My chins;

Hanging on to your skin

And I am relieved of your

Magic. Maybe I will forget

You but remember

How this page looked before

I tattooed its

Distance with my pain.

I need to be inside your

Love to be in love with love;

Stalking your eyes with

My vacancy dumb.

Numbed by our equals

We penetrate the poetry

Into our worlds apart.

I am your writer

I am your winter

I am your writer

I am written in your

Lose of breath.

Purest

the artist  will

blind the colourful winds that

Define the glowing of our fronts.

the art's

Proposed feelings

Of our brick walled wedding

Shoot are beaming skins

Untorn.

Away with me before

I forget the next line

Of our universe;

Typewriter magic

Opening our smudged

Forever’s.

Let me know if your street

Opens up to her knees,

Because my heart is racing

And I have nowhere to fly.

Focus on the sinking ink

Because the new pen of

your skin is the only

Blood that leaks that leaves

that enters me

Sole; My soul.

Stubborn seas are

Etching in my skins;

Tormented by the

Velvet sunrise.

our clouds

Rain on my tongue so i

Can taste you when you

Leave the curtains

Blind; behind.

Matilda. Magic. Magik.

“she felt the electricity beginning to flow inside her head, gathering itself behind the eyes, and the eyes became hot and millions of tiny invisible hands began pushing out little sparks”
Roald Dahl, Matilda

once upon a time
in a little kanika's universe
she read a book, Matilda
and fell in love
with Magik.

One man's truth; and I agree

"I think art is the only thing that's spiritual in the world. And I refuse to be forced to believe in other people's interpretations of God. I don't think anybody should be. No one person can own the copyright to what God means." Marilyn Manson

I am your beautiful broken

Numbered and forever

With a broken down kiss.

Where we were blown away

And struggled to fit inside

Our owned pieces;

Your wind was declared as peace

And I was hurting in your distance.

I was loving in your arms

And cried because it was never

Always and forever.

 

But now you accepted

The we’s. And I learned

Your veins as you sang our vows.

You’ve captured my black in

Beautiful pieces,

And learned to let it go

Softly

Slowly

carefully

Between my freedom toes.

You’ve brushed out my

Weak and strengthened

My eyes;

You are the reason my today

Can die the rest.

Stolen

I am starving eyes
I am distance poets ether.
I don't need an echo;
I need something real.
allure in our abused
poetry we summoned the
reality of our pointed
skins to reveal worthy
breakage. You are
my homemade broken
winter smile.
homage to the last
day we wrote on each
others intuition;
Cover my nude with
Your leaving.

His words to me; my poet inspiration

He is inspiration inspired by truth by our timeless by our breathing by our distance by the space between us that does not exist.

"Lifeless in a breath of hope 
Pushed into stillness
Taken from none 
Strength in solitude inhaling a moment later 
Forged through visions lost in the wind
This is Timeless in pages once flipped by a wondering mind
Raindrop off a leaf  thankful for a second life
Hurricanes resist before the land and air kiss
Paris ambiance dancing with Londons mist
We are life's simple in an adverse form
A stroke of genius in a mad man's storm
truth frozen in Lifeless eyes
Deft to echos
Fingertips touching her indigo skies"

by my one and only Naveen

One

"What divine drink wouldst thou have, my God, from this overflowing cup of my life? My poet, is it thy delight to see thy creation through my eyes and to stand at the portals of my ears silently to listen to thine own eternal harmony?Thy world is weaving words in my mind and thy joy is adding music to them. Thou givest thyself to me in love and then feelest thine own entire sweetness in me."
- Rabindranath Tagore

I am

in stillness truth
i am feathered eagle eyes
i am independent walls
i am free
i am agitated
i am adjacent to shadows
i am continued from yesterdays
reel. i am the product
of speakers lovers delight
i am forth and back through
paper cuts blood.
i am back and forth in
bloody cuts from papers.
i am erotica unopened
i am ego kiss closed clean
i forgive you always
i love you never
i love and never bleed through
the surface.
i am surface furs’
groomed wrong.
i am your correction when its cold.
i am dreaming of dreams i never dream.
i never sleep.
i am your insomniac affair.
i am a cloud-spread jam
i wrote that before
i am before and after.
i am creating you
i am artwork’s plaster-scene edges
i am not one word
i am one
i am scenic movements
in  calm plastic.
i am canvases chipped off wood
i am neglected and obsessed with
i am indifferent and i am peaceful
i am stillness in truth.
i am truth in stillness.
i am still
i am truth.
i feel you
so;
i am.

Leaving

beautiful disasters;
broken time sleeping
bountifuls in diamond deaths.
suddenly yours and swollen
education breaks apart this
choked air and we are
testing our pelvic
strength. Dilutions of empty
seats ; you were filled with
Me inside me you were filled.

You thought me and I
sang to your dreams.

Heart unbeaten

Hurricane senses beaming
with you without me.
I am drowning in black
tunnels I am dreaming
of white slow dances
I am waiting for you to see
Me as I was as I am;
Where we were.
When you delivered we were
Nodding our heads in grief
And disguise kissed our palms.
In a humble abode your winter
Makes me sane.

Black wings

Portraits of us withheld
By our degrees;
Separated by steal
Whispers while we are lied to
As we lay here.
Watching their straight backs
Crying behind them with slanted
Tears; strangers on the subway.
The degree of our distance
Was polluted in our stubborn
Veins, because we were polluted
Inside these stagnant wings.
Black clouds with facial threads
Threatening our freedom;
I want your flying I need
Your clear forest eyes.

Storm

ether and we return
to the same time we saved
before we broke before we
summoned together;
dont take away that semi colan
don't take my semi thought.
take my breathing and summon
me piece by piece so that
one day our days are
weakened by our exhaled.
Crossed i’s and
Scanned hearts blood
Baths waiting for our approval.
Concrete hands with velvet
Heartbeats; severed by
Your deceiving eyes.
The storm came undone
And I am open blind.

Wilderness

Heartbeats and bows are
Below us and above;
you Are my only discouragement.
To keep my heart from drying
Your palpating eyes will commit
Suicide on the eve of our
Anniversary; eternal and whole
And timeless strength.
Dried air beneath us
Quivers through our
Veins because we died
In us and we died in us
And we died in us.

Soul

Your distance is my prelude
To ordinary eyes;
We danced before we
Heard this music.
We have dreamt about each
Others addiction before we
Even closed our eyes.
Evenness cleanses our
Dramatics; hearts bleed
Scientific senses.
Beats of our addiction’s
aquariums feed off of
Our mistaken tears
But nothing, nowhere,
No one will ever see our
Whole.
Because we are that.
The breathes between the
fallen hurts; the life of  our
love.
We are this last letter.

Idle

he used his weary hands and
strung through these faded
black endless into
severed down spells.
morning  the mourning
of marrow marriages
where our hunger
ends and the pattern
flattens.
Tiny parts of our discoveries
Are intertwined with their
Crying aloud skies;
Whole vanished eyes
Surrounded your stapled
Promises.

Autumn ruin

What I remember
Is all that your piece by
Piece left behind us.
Bruises brushed our skin
With grief and relief and
Seventy three was a darkened
Forest. I was cree in your
tunnel and my storm
diluted our seance.
I am erupting the same
Way your dissolved inside me;
In distilled autumn ruins

Forgive

Watching today through
Dusted seamless skies
The moon told our home
To pray.
Rewire my vein into
Your complete vacancy
And squinted joints will
Tear with the gods name.
I will begin a new
Cumbersome and stone
My dreams into three
Passions. Soulless heartbeats
Are withering on toothed
Dances; lovers walked freely
Towards our combed freedom
And Clouds were distances'
Premature in love.

Us

backless clouds altered
through thin air and curled
intuitions. I am not afraid
because I am told I am
trust I am promise.
I can breathe I can sing
I can dance without my skin.
I am yours I am his I am mine
I am no ones. I am everything
that everywhere cried for.
belonging does not matter
In your emptied eye;
home is waiting for the
rain.

Everlasting

" you are dust,
And to dust you shall return"

- Book of Genesis, c. 800 BC

Jade

Handled with obscure mantle
preludes that were all collected
By dusted wings.
Caged breathes barricaded
Our colourless and we died
Daily in our timeless
Opaque; the night of this
Birth shivered free.
You are my piece by piece
broken; blinded
Tears.
To be with you again
and again I am flying.

Shells and open

Penetrate my paranoid
As the songs’ paralysis
Blinds us unto our opaque
Vacancy.
Destroyed
by my own waiting
you declared war on
my poetry's faded map.
legal bleeding defined
our spacing soul and
between our eyes
mothers of day
grew ancient;
distilled photography
sky.

Bitter swimming sweet

September came with
Memories and vacant eyes,
May ways thorough
Boats and deceived our
Belongings.
Saturate me in closed eyes
And release me by
Purpose.
this was our end
this was our first
kiss.

Inside

I walk with you I walk
with you your freedom
in my steps your freedom
inside my step you are
the freedom that makes me
whole.
Vast clouds disappearing
In our velvet quotes;
We delayed our mesh beating
Heartbeats before.
Smoking distance and
Altered backs are aligned
With our spines.
inside my step you are
breathing.

Faced palms

Inspiration by Mansi Bedi

Ponder

Sunken in and
Forgotten because the
Rupturing faith bleed
Wide and shut.
Forearm tingled with
distance and the waiting
became against our
hallucinating.
Let us elope within our
Forearms and lust over.
Lets degrade our seasons so
That winters coldness keeps
Your wings around me.
Your damage surrounds me
And my face swallowed
You whole; my facials
Decided we were whole.

We are that

I have your vision
in mute corridors and
the sudden screaming
cradles this poems tougher
masterpiece.
Abiding by truths
We come to destruction
And end of our skins.
Abstract windstorms
Distant trains tearing
With happy tracks and
faithful unknowns.
ruptured strength holding
our beautiful night;
insomniac truths.
dissipating our variants of
forbidden love stories;
We are that.  We are that.

Forevers

to begin with unaltered
freedom in words.
I am sworn to you
And  I am heard before
Time and patience.
We are something real
Enough to break stars undefined
And bleed pillows to
widen with insomnia.
I’m standing on purple rain
Beneath your subtle.
Breathes and parody’s are
Broken apart at our limbs.
Time manufactured our
Speech and this allergen waved
Its strict heartbeats goodbye.
Elevated errors ruin our
Eye patterns;
Its raining jade.

What he said

"You are my strength, my reason, my
best friend. 

Without you is without me. Me is you.
You are my air, my one and only desire.
Your body is my ocean. 

Your heart is my freedom."

- Naveen Raina

Fragile

handled eyes lower cased
for sleepless monologues.
I am cured in your bleeding
and trust this sun's shoulders.

Raining winter on my altered back defines us;Because we are defined in Ocean blue freedom.

Solitary promises
Dance on our past
Nuptials;
Rising fear in our
Open hearts we
Give ourselves up to
The masses.
A plague of the
Altered skin egos
Torn into love.

Mine

Eyelashes were like the fatigue of
Our nights’
that made love to each other’s
Distance; hold me today because
I am yours today.
Lets disappear today
Because I want eternal
Today.
Dark sunrises stunting our pinched
Nerves; we cry holding each other’s
Smiles.
Un- plaster my facials so that
The disappearance fades
Into temperatures of
Shy truth hearts. 
Smaller earths denied
the vacancies because
we already fell in love.
Sheer black skin against my
thick white intuition;
we are strangers at peace.

Branches

disappeared amulet bonded
beneath us to this frequency
breathing of our selfish feet.
Today you are my voice
Because yesterday you were
My forgotten bruise;
I feel my veins healing.
Cemetery laughed at
It’s flooded paste and
I knew how far the tree
Would grow over my
Branched legs.
your courage blinds me
and alive is melting
through us.
Mimicking your
suddenly cold
Birth I die daily.

Cured

her hands were delicate so 

the

 theories were limited to 

politeness.

testing patience was virtuous so

holding tears were numbed.

Distance makes me cry and i

Add to this life lined paperless

Sigh; breathless poems.

Dissected with promises we

Provoked each falling cloud,

We mastered watching

Each other’s eye.

I can not go beyond the black

Curtain because

the black stays still.

The ending of this line

Becomes matte with your

Tears that never cried.

flavours of us are dialated

and calm.

Pleased

Two hearts as one bleeding towards each corral vein of the lessened. World in our steel bowed heads I think fast I let you inside fast I let you speak through us fast I wreak of written kisses. Find me fast to break me slower.

Steel

The last of our trust
Was solacing the earth
And tired smoke was
Drying our careless hair.
Rays of throats were
Gleaming down our
Effortless spines;
Sunrise in cliff eyes.
You uncovered my darkness
And saturated our nuances.
We left our palates empty
So that this blacked rain
Could wash our tombs and
Birth our silver souls.

  

Turned

Rained on me before and
Watched carefully between
Each petal;
Stubborn smiles and
Wet bearded intuition.
Partial and together
And wholly memorized
We turned staples apart
Where we were.
Finally we are rose
Watered sepia and
Our tongues are
Warped with destitute
Frames; photograph of
Us as we were I.

Tilted

Indented with repetition
I am Naked and fearless
And hopeless and brave.
Showing and raw with
Bitten skin I am freedom
Alive and burned by your
Sleepless eyes,
your loving eyes.
We are living with my kinship
Are living with our groans
And tempting our trapped
Beating in toothless rhythms.
Deceit and tilted
Branches are dancing
With each other and
the tormenting with fire
is vibrating tears
of alive.

His wonder

"The important thing is not to stop questioning. Curiosity has its own reason for existing. One Cannot help but be in awe when one contemplates the mysteries of eternity, of life, of the marvelous structure of reality. It is enough if one tries to comprehend only a little of this mystery everyday"
-Albert Einstein

Thunder

Lovers waving goodbye to
Their programmed bricked stems;
Bleeding roses caught fire and
My waters broke their silence.
And there are troublesome
Frequencies murdering our
Eachother’s But being together
No longer is our solace.
Sentenced to silence
Your tomb becomes my
Turning shells.
Androids are beaming over
Our distant clouds and breathing
Becomes foreign when you are
Raining down in another
Day.
Come back to this place
With me where i please to
Sharpen you.
Save you save me
Kiss me watch me glow
With our underneath earth;
Heavens above and below.

Gathered

Piping heirloom obtaining form
In unpleasantly vague canopies.
Handicapped shy’s take us away
From these ordinary capsules
Of light blue clouds;
We are dark black
Rhythms of masterpiece
Nights.
Seas were missing yesterday
And the found theories of
Why and where while
Our slowly past grew;
We were younger.
Because everyone is looking
Downward and I am flying over
Their awkward mornings.
We are wiser
I was stronger.

 

Thief

Migrating thieves
Despaired with colored
Towers overlooking our
Staged tears and filtering
Our distant happiness.
Ive died in your embrace
before and bleed in your
Suddenly morphing
Pain.
Ridges are far away and
Pleasant serenades engulf
Masturbating clouds.
Separating eyes behold
Our new wisdom. I feel neglect
When we are not holding
Indigo palms of psalms.
I am neglect when we
Don’t see windy eye to
Thine eye.
Paper Mache heartbeats
Surrounding our templates
Because I am yours.
I am your evidence
I am your default
I am your Persian sun
I am your rocky skin
I am your winter blood
I am your stainless tears
I am your morning
Dreams.
I am naked in us and
Willing to jump
Willing to fly
Willing to let us
Die in us.

In death in peace

Peace, my heart, let the time for the parting be sweet.Let it not be a death but completeness.Let love melt into memory and pain into songs.Let the flight through the sky end in the folding of the wings over the nest.Let the last touch of your hands be gentle like the flower of the night.Stand still, O Beautiful End, for a moment, and say your last words in silence.I bow to you and hold up my lamp to light you on your way.
~Rabindranath Tagore