Leyla

Hard to say what caught my attention...
Her troubled eyes or her bloody hands...
Sunk in the bag of soft flesh...

She moved to the rythm of sadness...

aroused, diturbed, static..
devoured in self pity...

Born in filth and shame...
She keeps her promises pressed tight between her lips
and the lies deep in her eyes...

The astounding pain...

leaking through her veins...

stretched across the absolute delerium..
concrete yet, on the verge of burstin..

Unattainable, delusion, Chimera

She exists in forms inexplicable...

She exists in me...
I know she does...
More than her existence....

The One

The one who talks through questions...
Questions of eternal promises..
Questions about life after death..
Questions the expressions of love...


I sat there, sipping tea alone..
And he asked, "Where are you?"
The place that always belonged to him..
The place that spent endless evenings listening to him..
The place that has his ness...


I waited for him long enough to last a lifetime..
and he questions, how long has it been?
He, the one who cooks love...
He, the one who has a guitar of vows..
He, the one who can capture dreams in his lens...


And one fine evening when I asked...
May I leave?
He said, "do you know how much I love you?"
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