Midnight Rain

Rain at Night
Rain at Night (Photo credit: Cat Sidh)

Today I am lonely

 

I do not have a thought in my mind

 

but for my lonesomeness

 

I crave a fellow soul

 

I thirst for sweet passion

 

I am lonely today

 

and I act as a dead poet would

 

I weep at cherished memories

 

I sob at moments lost

 

I want to walk in midnight rain

 

let it soak me

 

let it fill

 

my empty heart.

 

I am lonely today

 

I curse life and wish to die

 

if only I never dreamed,

 

desired,

 

loved.

 

Oh cruel life you may walk past me,

 

But do not look back at the shadow you missed

 

for I no more need you

 

than a  Brahman needs proof of God.

 

I am alone today

 

But the only desired midnight rain falls

 

from my short-sighted eyes.

 

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Lost


Clinging to shadows
Floating in space
Noise-less wonder
Endless race

Crossroads scratched
Bridges down
Storms are coming
no way around

Hide in shadows
Battered and cold
No one to love
No one to hold

No sun to shine
No stars to climb
No moon to glow
Vast Uncontrollable time

Lingered darkness
Molding air
Damp confinement
Life is unfair

Empty promises
Little hope
Heart is slipping
Down a tearful slope

Stumbling
Into vacant lots
Empty hollows
Untied knots

Bloody pool
Weapon in hand
Sharp pain
No last stand

Ending soon
Early sunset
Rise over shadows
No deep regrets.

Doves

Departing in the dark of night

I leave behind familiar tunes

of you and I and what was and used to be

wordless joys and hopeful dreams 

we were like doves nestled in an olive tree

embracing peaceful serenity

we raised our own

taught them to soar

spreading peace and razing calamities

For in our youth

we spread only truth

and left all vile behind

never looking back to notice

The arrowhead that pierced your naked heart

We were caught aghast

Unbeknownst of the targets

vulnerability

Now I stand upon your grave

my little white dove

who died so brave

buried in the dark of night

without a cry

without a parade

of loved one to send you on your way

to the paradise  of never withering blooms

and never ending days

My tears run streams across my

heart trailing into my troubled mind 

Contemplating what was taken away so soon

Our love was pure

Clean and to some very strange

But it is love still

No matter the critics

Or the Quills

For we are not Romeo and Juliet

Nor Qias and Leila can compare

We are the beams

Of the early sunrise

We are the roots of the eternal tree

We are

Fatima and Ali.