If i be generous to you,
Maybe you will be able to
'Burst-open' me, a little less frantically.
So just in case you wonder what lays beneath the cracks and crevices of this wonderful amalgamation of interwoven breaths and thoughts- I’ll help you.
It carries within itself,
Saucy laughers, spicy secrets,
Weepy days and dark dingy lanes.
It encompasses the whole universe in the its very ecstatic motion.(yes Rumi.)
You'd find worn out torn galaxies, many are still living perhaps,
a spinning sun and a half heart- shaped moon. (Because it's still incapable of holding itself together.)
Amiable cohorts, disgusting one and the less revered ones too are to be found.
It houses madness as well. Enough to turn you into a maniac, for you might have never seen my hunger to stay in a constant-batshitcrazy kind of mad.
Enveloping various bitter memories, you tongue might burn tasting spinning sun of mine, incase you get curious more than it's required-so just be careful.
It sits on unfulfilled passions and justified heartbreaks, lost love and perpetual lies.
Not to mention-it stinks sometimes.
A vulture or a butterfly, say a phoenix, longing to rise from the ashes and fly to nowhere also awaits.
his joy stays embedded over the soil of happy.
She is filled with abstraction-warning you-might as well get lost within her forever.
Lost reminds me is a favorite word. Lost to a nowhere without shackles of time and drug-money.
she doesn’t really have a concept of time, maybe because she wastes a lot of it and wasting is a bad luxury.
But, maybe you like her. Maybe because her dusks and dawns are endless.
Maybe you'd want to spend some more time under this skin's shade and get lost into her boundless galaxies.