When we touch
I feel myself collapsing
into a black hole called you
Universes colliding between our fingertips
and lightning striking from the electricity
Of our bodies moving in a vortex
called sheer bliss
I see African thunder clouds in your eyes

and feel your raindrops soaking into my skin
Feel the warmth of an Italian sun from your smile
and the bite of a Saharan wind from your Nail
scratching down my back,
writing your name with your fingertips
Hear the spring breeze in your moans
and see the tornado of your shivering body
from Inside the eye of a storm called ecstasy,
watching you dip into my mind
and burn your name Inside with every touch,
making memories of past lovers disappear
like a solar eclipse

As we lose ourselves inside each other
and feel our souls evaporate
into a prism called infinity


The fringes of subjectivity
Would last so short, I knew not
When a sudden gloat annulled my teeming youth
And buried under mud
The adolescent contours of my mind.
A veiled face with mere eyes uncouched
Revealed upon me
A perverse public insistence on hide and resign
And to condemn the natural against the prevalent.
While for me that was a precise pilgrimage
To the anarchic but quiet lands
Where words revealed and words concealed,
Where suppressed and unrequited emotions sought asylum
That one moment

Dwarfed the gist of clerics, vociferous sermons
And invigorated my vision
To witness forbidden aspects and clues
And sailed me across fluffy robes of restraint
Exposing her flawed mimicry of an alien soul
Whom she opted at the expense of her own self.
A stir terminated our converse through stares
And subdued two objective souls
Had that face been bare and naked,
Since suspense and mystery carve beauty jointly.


Summertime has already gone
A moment ago it was the first day of spring
Why do the seasons move so fast
When I lie awake an eternity each night?
Longing for you
There is no such thing as time
Waiting at the airport for our flight to be called
Seems like days have passed
Since we checked our bags
There is no such thing as time
A moment of bliss that lasts a lifetime
Reflected in the mirrored corridor of our memories
Savoured as a gourmet meal
There is no such thing as time