Only Sweetness...

Something I came up on a whim...




I wish to tear my heart out
and show to you
the consequence of love,


eyes grow crimson

ready to burst blood
retracing your steps


if only i could gather
these tears, and bottle
them up for you to drink,


but i cant, Thank God,
because you will find
only sweetness.

Summer Hostel

A little poem from my days in the hostel during the sweltering month of May...




dead echoes of the night
still linger in empty halls,
my skin aflame under the fan
but mind in cool mountains
of Murree, where hand in hand
we heard our shouts fly back
as white petals danced down

on smiling faces,