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,

Art of Blood

the moon peeks shyly
as you unsheathe your pride,
Sakura* rains on you
as you cut through them
with your Katana*,


such a magnificent dance
of the sword you display,
it sings with each swing,
your twin tails sway
like after images of your weapon,


mountains hide
unable to bear the irony,
a beauty practicing
the art of blood
under the clear heavens.




*Sakura are cherry blossoms.
*Katana is a japanese style sword.

Materialistic Affair

I want the devotion

inside of me

to end this desire

and break me free

of these shackles

which bind me

in a trammel

of worldly lust,

I want my fidelity 

to end this avidity

eating the insides of me.

This I can no longer bare,

May God induce in me

the passion, strength and venture,

to break free

of this materialistic affair.