Archive for the tag Poems

Poem: Infatuation

My voice could never make a sound Hers is like silence twirling around Even a sigh could reach her and shy away

Poem: Smell

Will you grab me by the throat And try erasing a passionate mistake you once made Or ask me if I'm doing fine And I'd say, how could I? When I'm deprived of the presence that once gave me life.

Poem: A Naïve Sin

I stand still looking down at your hand holding the knife, My body is trembling with fear but you want me to pay you with my life. The spectators want me to plead for forgiveness in this time, So forgive me, for I didn't know love was a crime.

Poem: She

She calms me, Like the ocean after a life in the harsh desert. I touch her and the pulse paints a vivid picture, In my inward eye, she’s my Austen and my Kahlo.

The Jasmines Don’t Grow Anymore

I was no rebel And this, was a rebellion Him, oh! how he still made his Abbu proud The man stood up against the fire For the country that he loved more than his life

Poem: Our Lips Meet

I bite on to his wet neck and shoulders The salt - reminiscent of oceans And whole horizons His body letting out a deep moan Like smoke rising out Of smouldering amber.

Poem: Dress Man

first time I put a dress on no, not a dress shirt! a dress it had polka dots and flower pots a ribbon at the back to accentuate the waist or cut lunch some slack

Poem: Her

She touches you and it feels like the comfort of raindrops singing on a sweltering night mine felt like the ember of broken dreams.

Poem: I, Ally

I just know that if I do not take part in dismantling blocks of power that shouts oppression Then I become one of them too There is no neutral in the war

Poem: Love Negotiations

You laugh. At the unexpectedness of my bluntness And ask me how can I know About the constantly negotiating Measurements in your head.

Poem: I Am Strong When I Am Soft

You are your own god The creation and the creator The one that you need to worship Know that there's no way someone can claim to love god and not love those who are just right beside them You may take a woman Or a man Or both or none And the only person who can decide that should be you Because the only rolls that are really cute are tummy rolls and not these suffocating decaying gender roles
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