On cosy evenings, the second the brain sniffs the petrichor, sometimes now and sometimes forever, memories drizzle down on my brain and revive your flowers.
They are beautiful; you should come and see them. See these beautiful bloody roses; their roots are deeply seeded in my heart, and it aches from head to heart as their thorns are sucking the blood of my branches.
If the rain stays, I will grow a flower out of every thorn for you. And, when you will arrive, I will open the heart and mind of my garden to let you walk leisurely in this lovely, painful garden I nurtured for you.
A flower on the top of the thorn. A flower on the top of the thorn. And, a thorn beneath the top flower. @furqanahmed
Finally, I was sober and calm, loving you silently, For what you were sent, I had already lost it to you. Sometimes silence is better than love, love that falls victim to words. Finally, I was patient when I had nothing left to lose. @furqanahmed ___________________________________________
Here, keep my poetry in case you ever need a pillow to soak up your tears. And, if you need another pillow to wrap your arms around and make it deliberately fall in love with your flaws, extract my soul from the poetry. @furqanahmed
I am a moment, and you are eternity. I don't have time, and you don't have a moment. ________________________________________________ You seek grace when I am black and blue. You are a mirage in this world, and I am dying for you. I love storms in the sea, and your serenity is in the flow. I am a prisoner of death, and you are jailbird of the never-ending love's blow. You warn me of death while I warn you of forever life. You love while all I have is forks and knives. You are beautiful, and I am scared for you, of me. I had a dream; in it, you were dreaming. I had paralysed you, and your innocence was still glowing in love for me. In the darkness, for a moment, you stopped the time on me. You said, whoever you are, my lover will come, and in a moment, he will kill this dream. @furqanahmed
Look at all the chaos and war your beauty has caused; beautiful never made sense to me. I had fallen into this strange silence where I watched fingers flowing all over you with stubbornness scrabbling up your soul and your love lacking the audacity to cease this momentary, appeared-to-be beautiful. This way of making love never made sense. I would say we were beautiful, and you can warn, we misunderstood it. @furqanahmed
Like the rain sprays its drops on the face; she is spraying her breaths, reviving the smile on my face, rhetorically telling me to give my heart in exchange for something bold and new. The gipsy soul, buying barren lands, desiring matches and fire. @furqanahmed33
Something was different tonight, he had changed, and his eyes weren't moist anymore, they were parched leaves. Nevertheless, his addiction to talk to himself hasn't let go of him. But, his pattern didn't have the same fume, he was telling himself, "Never cry over a woman again, let her cry instead, for some, women are allowed to mourn". @furqanahmed