Holding your hand…

If there is a bit of possibility leftHolding hands
or even a grain of sand like hope

          I will be holding onto that
          that someday,
          may be someday

holding your hand —
your fingers firmly locked with mine
we will walk towards the horizon.
On the other side of the horizon
a life waiting for us
a life — once we dreamt together.

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Cluster of Thoughts

You are my salvation
through limitless love
and unendurable pain…

 

In a split second distance
I breathe the same air you take in
and that is how I have you
inside me, for now and a lifetime…

 

Time heals the wound
slowly and painfully but it does
only leaving a scar behind
to tell a broken story…

 

No matter how much I try
I cannot reach you
so I am sending my soul out
of this mortal cage
to meet yours
through the air to your lungs
through dreams in your sleep
through tears crawling down your cheeks
through music to your heart
through death to your life…

 

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Gest for my love

O’ my Goddess,
in your hair-
cryptocrystalline blackishness
pierce deeply the sunshine,
when sway –
light withers
and night invades the day.
On your lips –
twilight deepens to scarlet
like vermilion-
forming in crimson red,
crowns softly your twinkling smile,
when your celestial beauty
lilt an ethereal whisper –
sighs only I hear.
And those eyes –
penetrate my being with such affection,
inebriate gasp in my breath –
your love,
your touch,
your gentle confluence.

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In the midst of a long lone night

In the midst of a long lone night,
Silence surrounding; silence within silence.
(Tick-tock – Tick-tock)except the clock ticking,
to mark the presence of time.
The clock, solely alive-breathing,
and this heart inside my chest-beating.
This dreadful night and a tiny crystallized dew drop-
crawling down through window glass,
Then hundreds came down, swarming
dazzling tiny sparkles,
reflecting the street light.
True, pure and beautiful..but
alive. Terrifying existence of nothingness.
A whisper aloud, buzzing around
and thriving negativity.
Time – drifting away in such swift mood
or it has stopped -numb.
Endless-pointless queries and this still-ness
creeping through the veins.
Words faded away from a book-aged,
from its curled yellowish pages.
Things unknown, letter enveloped- never opened,
mystery remained in mystery, unfolded.
Footprints those left long gone, withered.
Decaying walls- plasters falling,
softly-very slowly-dying,
memories engulfed and veiled in secrecy,
a life within life. A poem eluding,
arousal of worries; bitterness-hatred,
a darkness collapsing eventually.
Amidst a long lone night-
a night beneath starry sky; up above a lonely star fading.

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I exist and alive and now awakened . . .

Scream

Yet more a terrible journey and I waded far far away
The mind is in complete disarray; encroaching into a very mid-day.
I exist and alive; and now awakened but a weary sigh heaved
through nostrils toward my – Self; my being cleaved.
Etched on my mind the very illustration of my entangled past
enraged me whilst I watch memories buried underneath years of  dust.
Vivid-ness of a bright sun curtains my spectrum, my senses disavowed,
Away back somewhere a mystery may have unfolded and a ship wreck foreshadowed.
Be-wilderness devour my conscious yet I fly in tiresome direction
Over the beechen green of a nameless woodland, or may it my only fraction;
Wings spread out journey on such weary feathers anesthetizing momentum,
Up in the sky and beneath the sea, there betwixt lie bits of me undisturbed inside a sanctum.
The timeline past pulverized, only me and this very moment now left
standing at this edge, await to slog myself out of this mountain cleft.

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