Ah the sweltering October heat

Waning away another year

Making it felt, of another approaching

What would my November be like

For that should be my 42

In all the 41 of my being

When have I found myself at home

While one could argue, 

'tis where the heart is, Mine wanders

Mine has been places, over the hills

On the seas, in the dark mines

Over the mine fields, amongst the rain drops

Amongst the hailstorms, of ice and lead

Both in pools, red and colourless

Maybe this next one shall help me find

"Oh November, as you arrive "

"Bring me home, or make it known"

Let me hope for a wonderous dawn

I fret nor lament, for what has passed

Now, into tomorrow as I pass

Shine on me, and make it last

In her void, I find home

As she spirals my mind to a frenzy

In breaths that never have been since

Unheard, felt, or witnessed, 

It was at the edge of her will

She was at the end of her wits 

In a cauldron of love, lust, and longing

She escaped her mortal shell

Often I hear her calling my name

In the stillness of a pitch black night

I dare not call back or acknowledge

For my demons yearn to be released

Tum ek jo, kabhi yaad dilao

Shayad se mai, khud ko

Apne aapko bhulaane doon

Hu mai jo aaj, kisi mukaam par

Tumhare dil se hat'kar, vidaa hoon

Tum ek jo, kabhi yaa'd dilao

Shayad se mai, khud ko

Apne aapko bhulaane doon

Wo halke se choo'kar

Jo tumhari nazar jo hat' jaati hai

Jaise dafan tere dil mei

Meri wafa ho, aakar dekh ja

Teri kami, se mai bhi, utna khafaa hoon

Tum ek jo, kabhi yaad dilao

Shayad se mai, khud ko

Apne aapko bhulaane doon

Ab shaayad na tum, na tera aks

Hazir mere sheeshe ki, bikhre tukdomei

Na dik'he, par inme to mai hi samaa hoon

Mei kaun ho, ye nahi, 

Tera hi, tujh mein hi, khudko bhoola hoon

Tum ek jo, kabhi yaad dilao

Shayad se mai, khud ko

Apne aapko bhulaane doon

Tum ek jo, kabhi yaad dilao

Shayad se mai, khud ko

Apne aapko bhulaane doon

Tumhe mai nahi paakar, ab jee raha hoon

Shayad kab'hi,  yaad aaye ' tume, mera naam jo

Meri harqaton par, has'kar, phir bhulaane do

Tum ek jo, kabhi yaad dilao

Shayad se mai, khud ko

Apne aapko bhulaane doon

Cycle of love

It is such a cliche

To suffer in finding love, and to suffer in

Yet in such pursuits much is overshadowed

What else is such an endeavor, if not futile

For all its fruits are acrid

Those that deny such feelings lie

Like their soul, beneath a sheet of ice

Post pursuit, in shambles 

So many, 

Splintered, cracked, unwilling, living

What morose tones of humor does life paint

Where we seek such adversity

Only to then succumb and forsake

Rinse and repeat, to break down again

linen bright

She knew no less of a better view

Than looking down, holding his curly locks

where his lips met hers, yet not in kisses

but kisses, not the ones we hear

In her moans and the wild cries

Her drench would quench her lover's sighs

In his reach,at passion's peak

She would shudder and shake awry 

When She had fed Their fill

She would calm her now weak will

He would look down upon her a while

As he lay buried between her thighs. 

flights of fancy

In the view of sweaty palm prints and fogged mirrors

on clenched linen, in lipgloss stained sheets

As she curled fetal, and breathed heavy

She felt him reach her mind and soul

Their skin soaked and glistened

in the flickering of the fire place

Her gentle sighs and heaving breaths

As his hands coiled around her enamoured breasts

she floated into the endless void

of wild love and growling lust

when they turned around to greet

he held her close, eye to eye knee to knee

this time she rose to see him lie

let her locks loose, let them fly

As she fed, Hunger devouring hunger bold

Her mind floated in ecstacy, to touch the sky

Summer of love

Her scent rung his senses

In gentle whiffs, of her exhale

Tickling his curls, as her cheeks brushed

As her ears heard, his heart pound away

Her tresses gently kissed

Covering his face, as their tastes exchanged

Her gentle hands, held his deep black mane

While in his she melted, giving way

At a pause, their eyes engaged

Hers in shimmering shy, His ablaze

They blinked few, as each stared through

The tendrils of their soul at play

When her sweat, from brow and chin

Splashed in his eye between blinks

He chose to stare, and whispered sweet

She arched over, to kiss and stay

Neither her, no he chose to move

While the sun rose, lit the rooms

She and he lay bare, entwined

That mid summer noon of May