Gaily fond of my nature

Roses bloom in spring and summer

Mortal to winter and autumn

Shall I not be a convention like them

An invention with no sin

I chose all seasons to live,

Immortal sphere ones can't pin.

They red, and I all.

For I hath credence

In being more and not or.

Crystal diamonds rolled down her rosy cheeks

So roses kneeled their heads and withered

Glasses shattered and her heart was moaning in a moan

Her grief gathered the clouds from above and within

An orchestra began to sing, the thunderstorm

sent to her ears a nocturne echo

Her mind cried and whispered pianissimo to her heart

"O, what a fool I am to fall in love like that!"

She sang the soft sad melody to the moon's rictus

"O, what kind of remedy cures love?"

She weeped her galaxies out

And the skies' stars radiated outraged phosphorescence

The trees were poltergeists by then

They moved and noised the grotesque city

And the craters were boiling just like her heart's anger

She shifted the world's creations with one rain drop

A myth to the mundanes' minds they say

Yet, those clouds never tiptoed away

Reds intertwine as I held your hand

Lost Promises of love and devotion 

Turbulence to the spirit 

You always were

Reds intertwine as our rhythms synthesize

Rotting depletes thy soul

What was once so great became but a woe 

Love unreciprocated 

I the lover to the dead my love calls 

You were like the horizon 

Always visible to the eyes

Yet Not reachable 

Forevermore gone 

Gifted a lover that loved a soul 

Speaking, holding sweet amore 

Gifted a lover that loved a soul 

Left broken hearted but with thy soul

Gifted a lover that once loved

And woken to the theft of thy heart 

As thy love left once more

Unfortunate I 

broken inside 

For I woken to the cries of the pale

Angel of death 

awaiting my love's last goodbyes

I shall breath your path my love

I shall herd the stars 

Dreaming of your once existent eyes

As I drown in sorrow 

Rest assured

For I will always love only you 

و ما كنت لأرى دنياي اذ لم دللتني

 في سجي الدجى 

وما كانت الكبرياء 

إلا هلاكاً للأجمعين

افلا تدمع العين  

فتشق الوجوه بسيل الأنهار 

وما انا بجبلٍ 

بل انا عهن عند قدماك  مذلولاً

 وما حبك إلا مذلة 

و ما كان الذُل قبل ذلك محموداً 

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into a frayed knot?

a contorted warp with inconveniences fraught?

to the mundane mind indoctrinated by the universal regime of prosaic persona, perhaps! but to the psyche seeking to further enlighten itself, not

strand after strand in three luscious locks it molds

woven beauty beyond belief, the french braid holds

meticulously, however, what lies within?

amidst the hundred thousand hairs, is there not a single pair with bodies that spin?

interlaced, interlocked, entranced by the mutating plushness

ineluctably irresistible, the spontaneous pecks, accentuating aesthetic lushness

next comes architectural authenticity

each branch and splitting division of silk spindle cultivating its critically composed unity

fibers fastened upon fibers, the glistening network flaunts its immortal vitality

despite its cryptic and puissant composition, mundane minds might falsely perceive mere frailness and fragility

but only at the deprivation from embroilments at respective coordinates can one question such poised equilibrium among tangles, potency, and charm

Now, I hope that this intwined web of tangling trances portrayed my point beautifully, but if not then we shan’t forget..

to the mundane mind indoctrinated by the universal regime of prosaic persona, all of this is poetic bullshit, perhaps! but to the psyche seeking to further enlighten itself about the harmony binding paradoxical contraries, tranquility shall drizzle upon every conundrum unveiling ecstacy

your dainty syllables dribble out

rejuvenation seeps through every pore

elevating above the horizons

my bashful heart soars

with the plush touch of your soft skin

the love coursing within my veins roars 

i ponder the sentiments akin

to the radiating comfort embedded in your core

i surrender to my nerves' wish

sewing its neat curve as if it were seldom a chore

Let it whisk you dear

The life you dream of

Let it set you free

The beauty that it beholds

Only the pendulum will decide

To stop amid the ride

Only time will determine

To go against the tide

Let it creep on you dear

Fiends and enemies alike

But what a friend but an enemy in disguise

Set free, love, the sorrow inside

Don't fear the the watcher's eyes

I wrote along the banks of a dead river

Inhaling the odor of the decayed

I wrote in front of the broken mirror

Scruitinizing every keen blade

I wrote a withered winter flower

Surviving its last enduring days

I wrote it to the last hour

I wrote through my wilted phase

What is that ignominy?

A sword built for the sake of him

Miscreants and villains shed a carnage

By his sword used with bare hands!

The ignominy, my friend!

Man never been mistaken and never been infamy

Man's only Sword twists into his flesh

Forgetting what held it strong for decades

Dishonor is the ignominy

Friend yields a foe from far behind

Words of disgrace break into the rushing wind

Man hears the sound of the breaking wind

Then it breaks at his face

Foes made of friends!

Shall twist, turn, and take unwarned

Foes of friends!

Shall be swords stabbing the holder

Dare I say

The ignominy hits while he sheds

Haphazard subconscious

She pleaded for death

Never caring how monstrous

She stopped fighting for the last breath

How preposterous!

She fell in its depth