Art of You

For what my life owe and sold this fate
Nothing worldly left that makes me sate

For long our love brawled with might and haste
Each battle stale for fierce forces laid waste

Where inferno bashed with hell to burn it’s best
Predators who shan’t devour a prey irresistible at rest

Let your breathless exhales be heard so sound
Your soul upon my fingers meant to it bound

Heart upon heart at war and peace that know no bound
Hammer every ore with love’s flame so kindly found

Dusk these dawns and set the sun to endless bliss
Let this darkness fall as magic to your every abyss

Only you to sate my state with a war this fierce at stake
So Impel every piece to be at peace with your might you take

Let your spirit not shiver or halt for the cold breeze it fought
Brushes thee gentle poison of an ache untamed you sought

Let not love ocean though haste for we may eternally drown
Safe within my care your demons may rest humbly bolted down

You are my world beyond my grasp and your art I call due
You are my pain who so delivers my words for the art of you

let your hands be my clay
I will mold my hand upon yours

let your hair be my wind
I will float within this forest of sent

let your arm be my violin
I will play in the melody with your pulse

let your spine be my sea
I will voyage beyond every keen tide

let your lips be my canvas
I will paint my passion inked with love

Make vary thy prisoned breath to sighs
For long it quavers not high or nigh to rise

Wane oh fade away to touch so intense
Surrender oh spell to siege of all sense

Let not consequence call a grave to you
Speak of what conscience may I rob from you

Thrive and yet wither to what waits way
Forgo a soul for desire to plunder and slay

So don’t best nor rest and
Give in your infinity all at once

let not curiosity creak you, for a mystery is not known for its impulse, so drown away with your infinite sea of thoughts

What can I describe, words merely bring poison to a sea of wonder. For what I can express is a sight of a weakness towards an origin along the empty creaking alley of silent darkness.
For every still or ill mystery lies a tale that is beyond recognition of the naive mind. That fails yet considers to be dominant to what has passed or what will be.
So what can be offered are fragments of perspective wasting away cruelly by time, for a description is a lie.
Words don’t give vision, they cease life, beauty or horror of that which once existed or has prevailed in such honor and yet distinguished it’s presence worthy of the attention that required the capture as a description.



So it hurts? At least that’s what you are telling yourself. Telling yourself that you have let go of what’s hurting you. Smile to yourself and ask one more time. You are away in months and even years, the faces you still only remember. The face that wakes you up at night and does not let you back to gentle slumber for it does not owe you that mercy. In your waking you are strong and you have built walls and more walls. Wishing such events don’t exist, such faces don’t haunt you. Remember what you were then and what are you now. Times have changed and so have people. You have created your own cure, but honestly how much does that work. So walk past me and have the biggest smile on your face. But your eyes are now not seeing what they used to.  Looking at the world and finding a hell storm and thorns all around. You have moved on, at least that’s what you are telling yourself, every day telling yourself that everything is fine and will be fine. But what is that weight, what is that ache that you carry inside you. Your heart is wounded and you keep telling yourself it will heal and not actually healing anything. Leaving it to be judged and decided by others and fate.  Keep coming up with new cures

People have wronged you and left you. The most frustrating of all is the fact that you gave it all that you had, all your effort, all your prayers and all your love and yet you are empty handed and betrayed. You don’t always get what you want. Fire may make fire, gold doesn’t make gold and love doesn’t make love. You learned that the hard way. You shaped your life with your new found recklessness and sadness. You built up so many walls that you caged yourself into isolation of love and never really realizing that your heart is lonely. People are bad and people are good, and you blame your sorrows to love and people. You create your own stereotypes like ‘All men are dogs’, ‘Love hurts and is always temporary’ and even ‘Everyone in the world is going to eventually leave me or hurt me’. How does it feel to revel is your sorrows.

So you believe in stereotypes? So you must say all Americans are like Donald trump, all Muslims are like Osama bin laden or all Pakistani girls are like qanbeel Baloch. Doesn’t seem right, does it? To people who get hurt by other people and these singles destroy your concept of love. Love can’t be explained but it is the best and purest of things, love is not temporary it’s eternal, and love never hurts, people do! Don’t stop believing in love if you found all the wrong people up till now.


Your love and you are like a parachute and a plane and it keep coming to this. You have to take a leap off of that plane to be where you need to be. Here comes the time of choice, do you jump or don’t jump. The garden is where you need to be so you find a parachute that calls to you or attracts you the most, you go for that one. But you can never be sure if that is a backpack or a parachute. But you are so full of hope, energetic and never experienced to what is bad and what is good, in your foolishness and childish blindness. You rush and fight the world for this parachute and damn you off really hard. This leap, this fall, this distrust teaches you. As it was never a parachute you lay fractured and in pool of your own blood and bruises. This was not the one, it was an empty bag. Even if it was made of gold diamond or even pizza, it will get you smashing down to the floor. You learned that the world is a scary and distrustful place. You are scared to ever go through this again and you are somewhat right. You become your own mentor and teacher, but know this, you were still a child before the leap and this pain and betrayal gives you a new sight but it never offers you morals to learn or life standards to follow. But you still think that your experience is enough for now and you stop doing anything further, It’s the shock.

You are still not where you need to be and you lay in your wounds never wanting to heal them. It’s up to you that you get back into the plane or forever lay in your sorrow. Take your time because it takes time to completely heal. Even if you do get back into your plane and are healed, you still refuse to take another parachute because you have a logical fear. You just sit down in the plane and wait for the pilot to take you where he likes and land the plane. What if you do reach the ground and after everything and the precaution you lived with, you still find it’s not where you are meant to be. So take your time but not too long. Take another leap from the plane and this time you’ll know what’s going to happen. This time choice the parachute carefully, knowingly that it doesn’t matter how the parachute looks or how attractive it is. All that will matter in the end is that does it take you where you need to be. So look around in your plane and find that parachute which is yours, before it’s too late. Go for it, tell yourself that this is your cure and “Yes! I’m ready to get hurt“. You are a lot stronger and a lot braver than you think. Find your love, find your garden and do not stop. Take the leap again if you need to and you will find the love you deserve.

So look around, right is that deep dark corner you have another dirty and stitched parachute, take it and jump!