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

Archive

Deeper indigo stages
Twirl powerful magnolias
Around our utopia and
Underlined red.
Regrets swim across our
Vacant eye shores and
A tattooed smile cries.
Shameless fragrances
Pry open our tender colourfuls’
So that the reeking becomes
Homeless.
We disturbed each other’s nights
To remember each other’s
Dreaming.
Hold me in your
Surrender where at
Last becomes forever.

Pulse

Big eyed slumbers are
Trusting the bearded floors and
enclosed  me into
the dusk doors;
I am manipulating the universe's
Skin.
I am growing quite stilts
standing still on his closed mouth and
I begin to bleed meditation
Again.
Sorrow filled tears corrupting the pillow’s
Instant despair;
We travelled along these mountains
Before.
I saved this light and tore apart
Your frequency to replace my
Lonely birth.I am eyes shut
In your sky arms.

Nude

You are my delayed
Played out in fantasies to
border our fireless pulse.
I’ve starred at you early
Enough and the masculinities
were all watching as we
Remembered the gods in
Threaded squinted eyes.
The first line of our warriors
Were written in invisible
Spines; we were erected in
subluminal earth.
It is my blood to do what i will
To steal what i cry to feel
When I write to imagine
That day once more.
Because I mourned you
And today I moved through
You with what 
I failed to leave behind
And fathom to release
again.

Inside yours I am inside me.

Windstorm

World
In my palms and words
On my everlasting.
I sentenced the colored crops
To find me clear. We Are
Spread apart in new fonts
And the moon is in love again.
My masterpiece warned me
To let it go slow...
I keep making Lower
Coils of patient
Dips. I believed in the scratches
On my wrists because they
Behaved as they should of.
Earth freeing underneath
Us an dates are
Sweetening the episode sky.
Tarnished portraits sundried
To thunder our morning with
Detailed dreams;we release
Our subtle toned shy’s.
Plant me in your
Music.

end

and her hair fell like

thick strips of cold jail

caged bars. buried in

shameless crowns it burns

to be your mistress. afterwards

the water tastes better because

we dipped our prayers in

it’s forbidden. this is the end to

what i needed to end.

what i needed  to

end.

Words in the sky

Porcelain kisses
Trampling higher Than
Heroes before tin towers
Melted;
Rows of pausing belated
Our true eye color.
Tangled sleep fell
Apart as the Spartan between
Us arose in matte Memories.
Immortal window Seals together
The rose tide of singing apart
Whales. We spoke in laughter
And the rendering of blue
Haze greyed our mistakes.
I thought he was a poet and
Marked each chapter with
Crying eyes; Instead he ended
It with poised breathtaking
And erected arms. When we
Conspire again the wind
Becomes Moment. Sleepy
Martyrs benign with
Summer kisses; solitude
Against this enigma of this
Fresh song. Long breathes
Of beating heroines will take
Us further into Nirvana.
Fascist pride wordless
Cobblestones lost and
Found make believe;
A bookstore in the sky.

Photo by my one and only; stillrainphotography

Clouded

Bottomless rain and a
Forbidden Fortress is built
around our Summer skin.
Collapsed memories once held
Our questions higher and
We stopped the clouds from
Blushing on to our smiles.
Clay outside my window
And the bricks are laughing
In their distant ponds.
We drafted a show where
You were the primrose of
Subconscious premise;
He protected us always.
The painting was always
Distorted; we just never kissed
The ground before to notice.
Clocks are withering away
against my elevated skin
 And the noble saint awakes.

Rumi

His

I'll equipped and the thorns
Of your Distracting eyelids
Are sleeping with possessive
Curtains; terminal ambiguity.
Drinking the earth with subtle
Daylight the Nuit Blanche Subsides
This pregnant floral. Amazon
Torsos slept beside me and
the morning I woke the world,
you cried.
Questioning the haze beneath
This clouded mustache;
The sky is smiling because of
yesterday.
Empty your eyes into my
Skin so that we can swim
Freedom strides towards
Ether today. Lotus leaves
Are falling fiercely
And towers of beginnings
Are kissing Goodbye.
Awoken by petals of
Master thunders we are
Peaceful in each other’s home.
I spoke in clouds over you and
You had distance kiss me on
My palms; lower my head to
Your glazed intentions
I am yours , I was always
Yours.

Meditate

"The path of the enlightened one leaves no track- it is like the path of birds in the sky." - Zen Quote

Migrating knives

We were everlasting in
Origin communism;
HatePoetry Seamed us
Apart. Follow my heart
And peace will summon our
Crossed legged dream.
Unfold into his eyes
Ancestry; how colorful
I become.
Ending the ropes with
Stores to fail under, as
We are hopeless sheets of
Black blank paper.
Your sea cannot see
Me anymore.
I grew in your blackness
And edited your stoned
Faced neglect.
My head is released
Unto your fog and the braided
Hearts of our past are forbidden
And blinded by the binds of
This suddenly loved letter.
Hold my head higher in your
Psalms and watch our palms
Kiss closer than before.

Drowning in you

Stubborn eyes structured nose
he's losing the art of our painting.
No more holding hands till
were death invited.
No more conversations of pain
throat anger is my sanctuary.
This is my healing and you are locked
outside the door with the
key on your background locket.
I never wanted you for anything
more than a written page;
But you become me
And i become your ending.
Solitude fragrances are beaming
through your palms
And the stoned amethyst of
Your speech is mute with
Silver haired hearts.
Take this black
And change the channel
Of our distance.
Sober prayers for your
Eyes today because 
Yesterday you were asleep.
Break my breathing and
Slip into a heartless coma
For the both of us.
For the dream of our
Patterned veins we
Explored , cried outside our
Magic and the lies became
Real.

Blurred

I will find your image
And stare at it's beauty in
Perpendicular cries.
Her throne to
Distant facial expressions
Will arrive safely in our
Eagle dusted wings.
Your single tape will
Be our recognition towards
The battles of our Ruined
Within. I am descriptive
Underneath you and lost
Over your thunder rainbow.
It was the day before this one
That told our forbidden
truths to lie.
Like our rain the
subdued continents shivered
With our lawless arms
And tempted our
Broken smiles.

Buried

I am Vague in a
Suddenly world.
Foreign distractions are
Confident in this torn
Skin and I am proud to
Be your disaster.
I am skinned to be in your
Arms. I am nerved to be
Swimming freedom in
All my wreckage.
I am complicated
In your darker songs and
Ive turned invisible
Against these painful
Black pores.
I have turned against our
Us because I am  buried
In us.

Memory

Repair your fragrance
Because It's fair to our
Neglectful. Wander with pain
And paint this stone with
Strokes of black oceans.
Snagged prison fists are
Bleeding through destiny
Breathes; we are the quarrels
Affair. Long rants of our
Kisses short cries of our
Sex. Remember this poem
And forget my soul.

Whirlwind

We let go of our eyes and
Complied a domestic severance
Of pain; I dream awake beside us.
Now your written beneath
This ovarian colorless
All while our distances made
Love to the path's
Twigged Unwinding.
Binded by our coy temptation
The reefs of our failed
Artists suffocate our
Truths; because all along
Naveen, you were
My art. My whole my
Survival my worth.
My truth my far my
Near.
My Truth destruction,
My love.

Backless

Burning eyes blinded by
Our sudden frozen appetite.
We are thin coils waiting
For the rain to stop so that
We can cry for it again.
Opal fire matting our dead
Skin into perfects.
Disaster pupils ordained
by sudden artists
within our white nailbeds.
Two separated kneeling
Heads are waiting for our
Skies to fall over us.
I have Checked out
Against us and through
Sudden tree arms we
Are gunned hiding in
Our limitless hugs.
Backless hugs.

Fallingsky

We are tormented against
Tonight and all I am becomes
Dark hidden pulp from this
Cured intuition.
When we breakup the steel
Noise the waters' window glance
Will multiply evenly through
This forbidden silence.

And your spring followed
Me into this wilderness
Anecdote; i fell in love
Inside you.
Years of patience and
Time is nothing compared
To this white freedom song.
Pillars dancing creating
Us into lonely wisdom.
so drag me through your
Spring So that I may
Summer us perpendicular
In altered reaches to our
New skies falling.

Once

I once had great expectations
For you and decided to
Clean out our poetic
Lava from it's core.
Birthing your aroma and
Slitting my wrists
With cotton heartbeats.
I read you many times
On my skin before and
I will calm you again.
You will defeat my purpose
And stand still upon our
Darkened hiccup;
We only met once.
Without spaces you
Collide into me and
Unto my surface smiles.
Open hearts and master
Shades of frequent purples
Are crying happy hearts.
Our shadow is seamless
With invincible tears;
Would we notice if the
Snow was growing rather
Than falling?

Psalms of palms

Desuetude overfilling the
Broad sights of us and our
Vague hands.
I am cryptic and in your
Morning delusions.
I am delayed in your sudden
Misspelled march towards us.
Who i am to you means
More than your silver
Fed fortune; who i am
Will now be who you are.
My behavior is subdued
In our sunset cramp
And opal blood pours
Through our grounded
Palms.  Because i can hold
Your pain and the wires
Will only strengthen our
Missing parts. Parts to
Whole tears. Dried intuition
Mustard happiness
And solitude forgiveness.

Walking Together

Dry eyes are ghosts of my
Needing past.
I am liberated in this kneeling
Pain and the subconscious is
Filtering our morphine lies.
I am harassed by your clipped off
Hallucinate Collars and vacant lies
Have drained by my morning
moon.
Lately your retro skin has
Dulled against our morbid
Reality. Wreathes of open grass
Diagnose our skies with
Crying dreams; I am awake.
You appear in vague limbs
And move desperately across
Our beings. We have become
nothing
Around us and everything
Inside us.
In moderation; his head
Eloped out of our Country
And into his rounded
Fakes. Our unemployed
Heartbeats are contained
Beneath us and we are all
Portraits of the same writer.
I am your
Words of different pages.
Bleed into me
And watch these wrong
Beats become invisible
Clouds. Where all my right
Feathers are aligned;
Me fevering with the end
Of me and the new of us.

Tracked

Discover me while I portray
Our shattered wings as
Music. We've blown away
Our master planets and My
Skin is still orbiting your
Laugh line failures. Stay farther
away From me and I will ensure
Your pain. I already stapled this
Page to our silence. I thought
Of you through broken paints
Running scared up my leg;
I hid my shattered Breathing.
These train tracks will sour
The fresh beaten clouds, but
Our wreckage was already
Laying down.

Eye

Segments of Missing
Titles are captured by us
And Delivered through
Stables of crying horses.
Meeting your skin was
All I remember.
You are my path to
This darkened street
And my piercing confides
In our broken heat.
I am italicized beneath you;
bleached sand
Swimming across your
Knowing eyes.
Eyes coloured with grief
And grief dances boundless
In my destructive
Healing. Inspecting within us
I am freedom bohemian
Beads rolling down my
Purple lit spine.
Eyes are watching
It's fall.

Wired whites

Where you were born and
Our sentences were rescued
the hope of feeling neglect
suppressed our lonely
marriage.
She watched our colours fade
while our memory
Tattooed us.
I dated the heartbeat
And it fell off my skin.
Resurrecting our famine
For each other's glory;
We lost our freedom.
I can merely recognize the
Patterns in your face i am
Feeling it’s air and
Can no longer withhold my
Beating breasts.
I traveled through your
Erased pages and
Severed the blinds of
Our oceanic palms.
Breathing becomes beating
Becomes unforgiven
Becomes us.
We are nothing but
A fenced in shadow.

Glass

Lucky leaves left me alone
When there were no ends to
Meet with no stars to
Climb through.
they loved and waited
For peaceful ripples across our
Universal palates;
And our together makes
Sense of our their apart.

He waits for His happiness
To Correlate all the while his
Strong jaws tear into his
Fear.
I look at you and feel a life
Alive in your words
and
Still in your forgetting.
Bleeding makes these eyes
Real.
I lost you today
And dismembered
Our dreams of
Laying awake.

Fenced

And it has been too long
Where we have left the
Smothering quilts of
Broken patches and
Stubborn dizzy eyes.
Draft in my spinning
You were my God yesterday
You are my skin today
It was your test and
I left your breathing
Alone.
And it was you who held
Me steady during the distance
Between my shattered toes.
Buttered shy backs are
Hoping for stems;
But I crave the doors
To open wider and longer.
It was you it was always
You. i taste your panic
And am delighted to
Your water eyes.

Firefly

When the fluttering stops
And wings begin to grow
Back into us we become
Our distance.
we entrance
Our red blanketed lips to
Bow to your untaken sands.
Seas of hurdles and cameos
Filled with stubborn firefly
Blind eyes.
I wanted to imagine all
The possible ways to guide you
Through this sabotaging
Plastic grey.
And i could think of non other
But to bleed with you
Beside you within us in
Dark.
Im left handed with
Your image in my
Numbered days.

Indigo

I wrote your name and
dated it with grief.
Because you will be
my long sentence
Awaiting your only death
That I am in love with.
The kind of love that has no
Borders or limits of time or
Braces of fear or stems of pitted
Roots or care for the missing.
I am missing you when you are outside
Me.
My skin is falling off and
You were there;
You are no longer here.
These lines are carrying the words
These words are becoming away;
I didn't notice that you left.
You’ve lodged my smiles and the keepsake
Of our distance has faded.
And our travels are closer our
touching is further
Our touching is gone.
No more listening to short breathes
No more long breathes of listening
No more notes no more poems
No more letters loaded with a
breathless love poem.
No more poetry because you
Have no more letters to say
Music to write.
The poetry of us the
Poetry of us the poetry of
Us is gone.
That love that made us cry it made
Us beg it made us lean forward.
My inside me covered itself
In indigo and Her blue
Cried velvet tears through
My beckoned fingertips.
My hands are no longer waiting
For yours; I am inside me
Again.

Universe

I Have fed your wilderness and
I am everything that you are
Not. I've listened to all the mornings
That you forged your suffocated
Prayers in. Malady in his
Courage eyes. Eyes, eyes of
My lost intent.
How your face will look
When your melted skin
Will smile apart to us.
We were open beneath us and
And the suddenly hoped for
Summer cobblestone
Velvet. And where he
Smiles the discomfort
Defends our messy
Heartaches and succumbed
Planetarium smiles
Careless and soulfull.
His foreign intentions.
Cruel tounge invetions.
My library walls of
Universal science has skinned
Us of our shadow soul.

Edgar Allan Poe

Pry open our
Homes; there you will
Fine my torn heartbeats
Wrapped up in your
Proposal’s library.
Raging against your
Severed mechanics;
My skies are emptying
Out their imbalances.
But you are my beautiful
End. An end to and end
That I love. You are my
Eclipsed poem.

Bruised

I got lost in trimmed
Blacks and found solace in
Its shadow palms.
My Straightened veins are
Curling with your inhibition
And their diseases are
Spreading into our
Ultra scented soul.
Seeing your mod
Clan disposes my skin
And replenishes my
Upper cheeks with your
Shaved off neglect.
Remember me as i was
Before this sun lit our
Broken ways.
I have scratched our Gods
Of today
And memories of uneven
Grass and abused nights
Are piercing through my
Fresh skin.
The dead of
Them have sung their
Appraisals.
It is raining and now
We are the beneath;
The water over my eyes
Are forming patterns
Of the past.
Perpendicular arms crossed
With caffeine eyes

Im not there

I have days to make you
My moments.  Leave
Me so that I can miss loving
Your surprises.
I will humiliate this pain
With my closed firsts and
Pry open it’s velvet
Cut.
Years have passed as
I wrote that as you listened
To the mundane air
Of sabotage and birth.
So I’ve concluded your space
Into matter less sentences
because there are no other
Avenues for me to make love
With. There are more
Promised brokens to
Keep up with.
Revived mortals are
Tempted and distraught
And again and again
We simplify our own
Hearts.
Tamed statues with
Bleeding eyes;
Realistic skies are
Drowning with our marriages.
Trickling down my spine
Are your feverish scents
Tinited with shy inspirations
And I am your broken
Habitat in studious
Frames. I release my
sacral fear unto your
guided light.
Find me inside me;
I’m lost in that place
Again.

Necks

Prominent tears jerking
My skin to its cropped
Beliefs. I emptied a signal
And determined Picasso’s
Redemption; arguments
With his lover’s lose
Arms.  We were kissed
By humility and ruined our
Cried patterns to smile
At the dusted grounds.
You pointed at me and
Our disfigured shyness
Captured the faint bricks
And tore us down into
Under and over.
We never complained against
The rural tongue’s foreplay, so
We only kissed as far as
We could see.

Reaching

Everyday i will
Be a Sandy transcript for your
Withered away branches.
I will hide you in this bricked
Wedding photo and stare beneath
Untaken breathes to read
Our epic eulogy.
Washed away by notorious
Manuscripts the suddenly
Acquainted is remorseful
And I regret ever watching
You bleed.
I’ve interrupted my own
Poetry to kiss your
Stubborn eyes.
I was There and now
Im here. In love with
This battle. I am in love with
This battle.

Stones

I searched to quarrel In
Your graves and decided to
Ignore the religion.
Repeatition Became disorganized
And each capital birthed an
Identity. We captured days and
Mornings passed away with
Smiling crossed fingers. Literary
Cramps of polite destruction
And rebellious bows.
Today you were born
Out of freedom cries
And the belonging suddenly
Jolted a baroque sentence.
Stamina configured from
Your dry smile and the scents
Of betrayal succumbs the tomb
Of broken down steps towards
The ancient thick of
Antique echoes.
There you were;
With eyes unaccomplished.
I am done with your ink
I am done with this
Permanent shadow
Because I am your writer
I am your dream in
A written
I am yours
And everything.
Inside me black
Has been burned to your
White virgin eyelids.