The Cosmos

I am a little whirlpool,

in a violent stream

Choked on my own

silent screams.

Moving through the crowd,

forlorn, for desires

I barter my dreams

My eyes ragged,

And so, is my jeans

So I Masquerade in

shady themes

I am a dark wave

shooting space.

So anachronistic in

These times extreme

Riding light through

space & time.

My soul is splitting

right at the seam.

My Dreams

Oh!, How I dream?

About dreams lost,

About my past,

Of ccompassions,

Of passions,

Of emotions rushed,

Of desired hushed,

and I have dreamt.

Of rough mountains,

Of tender oceans ,

Of rocky moonlight,

Of blazing lights,

And bewildering sights

Oh, how I dream!

About her eyes

I dream of lies

That I tell myself

When I wake up

That it is reality!

And I am living

Only in a dream.

The Wave of Discomfort

A serious phase is dawning on me

As I am being swept by this torrent

My mind is a little further from me

As I am fighting this current

The ones I love are drifting away

When they are gone,

I’ll lose my way

If not me, then who

Is controlling my fate

Who within me,

Is spreading this hate?

So long I surfed this wave

Now a new path I shall pave

For it is time to collect the bill

For everything I ever gave.

Unravelling Myself

I am unravelling myself

In Between events

Intercepting time and space

Unaware of my own

I am revealing myself

To myself in a mirror

And I find the reflection

Mystical in myriad ways

I am unknown

While I am knowing

That understanding

Is layered in time

In between events

Of absolutely

No importance!

~ sahar

Love In The First Degree

I once thought of love as a prison,

A place I didn’t want to be,
So long ago I’ve made a decision
To be footloose and fancyfree.
But you came and I was so tempted
To gamble on love just one time,
I never though I would get caught,
It seemed like the perfect crime.
Baby, you left me defenseless,
I have only got one plea,
Lock me away inside of your love
And throw away the key.
I am guilty of love in the first degree.
I thought it would be so simple,
Like a thousand times before.
I’d take what I wanted
And just walk away,
But I never made it to the door.
Now, babe, I am not begging for mercy,
Go ahead and throw the book at me,
If loving you is a crime I know that I’m
As guilty as a man can be.
Baby, you left me defenseless,
I have only got one plea,
Lock me away inside of your love
And throw away the key.
I am guilty of love in the first degree.

– Alabama

If I was a Stray Dog

If I was a stray dog,
I would stray.
Without destination,
at strange places I would stay.
For long durations
And short intervals.
Travel as far as,
my all fours would take me.
Wag my tail at everything
that made me happy.
In a tourist’s picture
unknowingly I will smile snappy.
I would bark and bite
And run and hide.
Play and fight.
Be wild and cry
When in pain
I would seek
A human companion.
I would make friends,
lead the pack and follow,
Sometimes blindly and
in the lurking darkness
get chased by a bulldog.
I would lick and occasionally
Get kicked out from places
Where I am unwanted
Where people have still
Not discovered love or
The faith to live in a world.
Where you can sense
That animals too are alive.