As my fingers trace the line of your cheeks
I see the wonder of your precious face
Your gorgeous ebony eyes blaze
Like stars that call in the night's grace
When I look up at the endless sky
My breath opens to a fever high
Your lips taste like moonlight
Nurturing cravings of warm delight
I feel the fire in your heartbeat
That's the way you make me feel complete
My senses have been held hostage
Teasing a rapture that cannot be silenced
Flowering a yearning exquisitely nuanced
The appeal in your voice as your lips speak
I sigh at genuine love's intrigue
Love is chaotic and bittersweet 
A magical storm one cannot defeat.

# Lyric

I Can’t Breathe

I can't breathe
You suffocate me
You cross the line
Eight times more
I beg you to let me go
I, an unarmed man.

I cannot defy
The power
Of the badge
Hell-bent on persecuting 
What is your excuse?

#  Shadorma 


I am a minority
You talk with your mortar mouth 
Your cold eyes search and question-
Human protocol....



Algorithm Of Hope

Writing itself word after word
A poem calls to me
In the sanctity of inspiration
Ambrosia of euphoria
I try to interpret life
Pain sets the equilibrium
Admonishing and still giving enlightenment
Wisdom often hurts
Illusions lose their spark
Future is an abstract
Precision clocks break up time
Into darkness and light
Time....hauntingly quiet...slipping
Into an eternity of anguish
Perfecting the imperfections of truth
Hope loses its heroism
Just an algorithm in the schematics of fate..

I dream of lines to write
My memories become
Traces of a poem.


Red is the colour 
Of blood that flows in our veins
It is not black, white
Black, white is not a colour
Just the darkness in our minds.

# Tanka

An old poem of mine written several years ago .

Hook, Line, Bits, And Bytes

Around the globe 
In bits and bytes~
Safari’s window

Social distancing
Only got closer—-
Milky Way Binary

Between here and there
Holding of time...transcended
Stylus of rhetoric
Drift of computer jargon,

Space bound chatter
Haiku Bits;
Keys lost
In translation

Thoughts shape:
Shape of words
Changing shape of syllables :

Byte of metaphors, similes —
Forever memories...

Quicksilver Drifting

Quicksilver drifting ~~
Moonbeams drip
The gloaming:
From somewhere...
Sounds of birds
Flying home,
In the scent of a star
The fading copper shadows—-

Dreaming on a starburst
I defy my mind to write a poem ..