Your heart is just as lovely as your face,
I can't believe you could ever love me.
Gifted with a more than human grace,
You're meant for some noble destiny.

I watch you from the sidelines, in a dream that could come true.
Yet, nonetheless, my heart is happier than it might seem.
I cradle in the warmth of your caress.
I want to be the mirror for your mesmerizing eyes.

I cannot know your heart or hear your thoughts,
But my love for you illuminates my soul.
Your looks have made me blush
& my body craves for the sweet desires you offer.

Take this as it was meant, an unrequited kiss.

For I wanted to be his glasses,
He would see the world through me

For I wanted to be the strings of his guitar,
Waiting to be plucked by him only to sound sweet

For I wanted to be the ring on his finger,
I would be wrapped around his fingers

For I wanted to be the fret of his instrument,
Eagerly waiting to be touched only to be teased

For I wanted to be the pick he played with,
As I'd be held tight for as long as the melody flowed

For I wanted to be everything about him,
But most importantly, a part of him...

She watches the world’s affairs with her heart;
She reads the news deeply into her brain;
She listens to speech and music into her spirit;
She can translate worldly things into a poem.

She can change journals into poetry & art;
Nothing can escape her eyes;
There’s true love in her vision for this universe;
She loves people with empathy.

She adores nature as it is more understanding than humans;
She admires animals with her true love;
She inscribes her nature with honest feelings;
She has true connection with herself and is filled completely within her spirit.

Her inspiration is transcending from her inner aura;
Her emotion is so pure that it cannot be described.
Her love comes from her heart and soul;
She doesn’t give in to things against her conscious.

A poet is so much like true oneness,
Very few fortunate ones are admired as a true poet,
She is poetically one of them.

The ways your eyes gaze at me
You wish for your eyes to meet mine
The look you have tells me, you think I'm so fine
I want to whisper in your ears
Come and take me away for years,
Away from the chaos,
For I myself may not be able to do so
For you could show me the world
Wonders and adventures could be our life
With colors and euphoria so bright
I know you're the Mr.Right!"
And I shall make your dream come true
My eyes will magically meet you..

This poem is dedicated to that special person I hold close to my heart! Thank you for making me a better person! On this special day, I would want to pour my heart out to you...


Despite the doubts and troubles that we've gone through,
There is no doubt at all about your love
Though many now change partners when they want to,
You've found your one and chosen not to move
In doing so, you've given me a picture
More beautiful than any I might draw,
More potent than the most persuasive methods,
With far more force than any rule or law
So much, you've given me! Yet! what you've given me,
Of love and time, money and concern,
Is less than what I've seen, as you have striven
To make our lives, a lesson we might learn!
I'm grateful for the things you did and still do,
But even more, for what you made of you!
I love you!

I wish that I could be with you
And hold you in my arms,
Whisper all my love to you
And kiss away your tears. 

I wish that I could take your hurt
And put them all away,
While pleasure lights your smile. 

I wish that joy could step inside
Your heart and stay awhile,
And all the rain could turn into
A rainbow in the sun. 

And all our loneliness like mist
Could fade into the blue,

But I cannot come home right now,
And you cannot come here;
And so our dreams must be the fields
On which we laugh and play. 

If life cannot be what we want,
It will, it will be so;
For love can turn the harshest light
To gold through sheer affection.

After love and fear, there's pride.

And looked at me. I wondered why

Just as a wave is lifted by the shore,

Dreams will come true, but only when

Blessings Are the Things We Take for Granted.

Your soul is like the vastest sea.

We've been friends, and now you're going

I didn't get a chance to say I love you

I do not mean to put our love on hold

Innocence is like an open door:
Not safe, but requisite to being free.
Darlings of our rhetoric, we wonder,
Evil as the rest but for our words.
Perhaps we are insatiable for more,
Each dreaming of what pleasures there might be,
Needing, in the passion of our plunder,
Delights that drive the destinies of Kurds.
Even so, the freedom we are for
Now stands for all a common legacy,
Called forth by masters tearing worlds asunder,
Embraced by slaves consumed with righteous hunger,
Destined to undo those whom it serves.
All innocents must venture out to sea,
Yearning for an ever-distant shore.

All I ever wanted was to love you
As when I saw you first from far away.
But then it was my sweet mistake to have you
Too young to hold the demons long at bay.
For years I hated you, for only hate
Could cauterize the wounds that would not heal,
And gorged myself on fantasies to sate
A hunger I could neither surge nor feel.
Eventually, we both found other loves
And settled into other lives. And yet
The past like some unquiet ghost still moves
Within, too fraught with longing to forget.
We have moved on, as is mature and wise.
But love, though long abandoned, never dies.

The more I am away from you,
The more I want you here.
The more I do without your love,
The more I want you near.

I know that it makes little sense
To want what's not around,
But there's just one true love for me
And that's the one I've found.

We've gone through all the weather maps,
The sunshine and the rain,
But I would take a sea of storms
To be with you again.

There are some pleasures I would try with you
So sweet I cannot tell you what they are.
For love, the dark provides a better view
Of things that words or light may often mar.
So close your eyes and let go of your will;
Let me guide you blind to ecstasy.
Open doors and let desire fill
Each orifice my tongue might let me see.
Beauty's not the slave of just one sense,
But master of them all. The inner eye,
Awake to an aesthetic far more dense
Than sight alone can know, awaits your cry.
So join me in the splendors of the night
Where touch becomes our eyes, and love our light.