GENTLEMAN OF PANACHE

Sweet silent thoughts, I reminisce my Muse, These crafted poetic words strip every beauteous thought, And reserve them as a letter to my lady. Far, across seas you are, Your absence debars me the benefit of joy, Days are oppressive and nights do not ease either, Each, though enemies to either's reign, do in consent shake hands to torture me, The one by toil, the other to complain of the absence of your warmth. The quiet of the nights keeps my drooping eyelids open wide, My soul's imaginary sight presents thy shadow to my sightless view, How I envy those who are in favor with their stars and are in the arms of their beloved! Whilst I, whom fortune of such triumph bars, I miss you every day. Your eyes have played the painter and have stolen me, Your body is the frame wherein I am held, Now see what good those eyes have done, Those eyes are windows to my heart, Wherethrough the sun delights to peep, to gaze therein on me. Those eyes I miss. You have taken all

I normally indulge in a litany of frenzy lacing of words to ooze the tacit expressions enslaved within me, It eases my inner self and keeps my face from streaming with silent tears that threaten to flood when ghosts of my gruesome past clank their medieval chains in the path of my happiness turning my joy into ashes in my mouth. It is my ritual you know, I love making strange words burst out into hollow laughter on a piece of paper as they get acquitted to each other, I fancy sitting in silence, in a silence filled with many of my unwhispered stories, A ritual I uphold often. I sit and meditate, caressing antagonist expressions in my mind until a large enough visible consensus vocalizing a poem is reached and then I lay it down like so: I have lived a truly sheltered life, burrowing deeper into the bubble of seclusion, I am not interested in being that laid back human anymore. You see, this thought of you came to my mind, I wanted to ignore it but then it got in my head an

In the eulogized and buried light of the late night, a poet’s magical pen illuminates the night, Listening raptly to the echo of his thoughts, the poet uncages his spirit and dances with the words. OH! Forgive my etiquette, It’s not within me to fail in pleasantries, I am a poet, TAZRYNE, I write poetry to feed the arty ogre in me, Take away my pen, and watch me drift off to an abyss of confusion like a hollow trunk. Ear the strokes of the writer within me, As I carve to write the unwritten stories of my life, though each story has some similarities to the other that may have been written a way back, But each story also has the uniqueness of its own kind, where life teaches me and I learn too. See how I speak out my heart, Dipping each word into the ink of love, pain and pleasure. The more I reveal myself, I become closer to myself, The more I dive into the darkness of my reality, all my unrealistic beliefs vanish. Such a night, never ends, Such a night, is dark and

Come, I await, Waltz to me, gracious lady, My hand out, stretched to invite, Let me take you by the hand, Guide you to the dance floor. Oh baby, This heart thumps; hear the beat to guide your step, Hear the whistling of blood in these veins, pleading your consent. Let’s embrace to the rhythm, Sway to the melody, Let the music set us free. Let me take you by the hand, Spin you round and round, Let’s get lost in the mystery of the sound. Let's dance to the fire in our eyes, Dance to every single strand of hair standing in every part of our bodies, yes every obscene part. Mhhh, baby you! Let's dance until our cheeks are glued together in thin sweat, Dance until our groins are locked in slow groove; till we tremble and shake the earth, Dance to the gods' cheerful audience. Let’s dance, grown lady, It’s the formula for romance. So take my hand and get up on your feet, Wrap your arms around me and feel the heat, Our hearts are pounding to the loud dr

I share a sacred decree - to seek you, my beloved. I roll head over heels, rushing towards you, my beautiful one, like a torrent of water. In truth, I am a shadow of you, my beloved. Your seeking is my seeking, Your words are my words. At times, I flow towards you my beloved, like a dancing stream, At times I am, but still water held in your pitcher, At times, I boil in a pot, turning to vapor. You breathe into my ear, until my soul takes on your fragrance. You are the soul of my soul - How can I escape? But why would any soul in this world want to escape from you, my beloved? You melt my pride, making me thin as a strand of hair, Yet do not trade, even for all the riches, one strand of my hair. I search for you here and there, while looking right at you. Sitting in your heart I ask, "O beloved, where are you, my beloved?" Enough with such questions! Let silence take me to the core of life, All my talk is worthless, When compared to one whisper to

I have been thinking of you, And the way you make me feel I'm getting scared now, Cause these feelings feel so real, I've always felt it, But it's never been this strong, I cannot fall now, I've got to hold on When my eyes are on you, It's so hard to look away When its time too leave you, I so badly want to stay. I want to tell you, What's running through my head, But for now I'll just keep it to myself instead, Cause I want nothing to jeopardize, The friendship that we created, And I don't want to be left heartbroken and in tears I want you to know how I feel, And that I mean it, sometimes. I just want to scream it, its real These words have been bottled up inside, They explain the feelings I hide, And the failed times I've tried I don't know how much longer I will keep this in, Thinking of ways, Don't know where to begin, Deeply confused, Don't know what to do, I'll just leave it be, wait and see

My Sister, You may be the younger one, but you’re wise beyond your years, When I look to you, I look up and I admire what I see, A sister; a friend, So full of love, so full of strength. What you may not know is that I envy you, Your heart, your soul, the way you set out to make all your dreams come true. You often thank me for my support, What you don’t see is that I take every step looking back at you for I know even in the future you are gonna be with me always. I love you, my sister, more than I could ever describe And I’m thankful everyday that you’re in my life.

I greet you woman, For your beauty, in body and in soul, I know your heart is pure, I know love flows out from within you woman. I love you woman, You take an optimistic view of life, I know a woman's motto is 'To love and be loved'. I greet women, A woman is capable, A woman can cook meals, A woman can decorate the home in style, A woman can teach her kids, A woman never feels tired. I greet women, Woman is strong and fit, physically and within, Woman has confidence, Woman takes own decisions and knows better what is right for her, Woman has a mind of her own. I greet women, Woman is intelligent, Woman can used her intelligence to take the world forward. I greet women, Woman is reliable, Woman has a sense of humor, Woman can tackle tricky situation, See woman twinkle in her eyes, See woman curling up mouth in a smile. I greet you woman, I salute you woman. Really it is said, Woman is Godsend, Woman is a best friend, Woman is a best mo

I want a love so severe that I will wonder how I ever lived without it. I want her to know me as intimately as she knows herself. I want to build a foundation on a relationship that is deep and that will endure all. That’s the love I want. The heavy kind. The kind that is strong enough to support me and crucial enough to make me want to die if it ever disappears. See, I want a love that makes me wait until she falls asleep, and wonder if she’s dreaming about us being. I want to sit and honestly wonder who loves the other more. I want to slow dance in the middle of our house to the music of our hearts, closing my eyes and imagining how a love so good could hurt so much if she ever left. I want to feel 16 again, to spend hours on the phone not saying shit. I want to get under the covers and smell her all over. I want to celebrate our 40th anniversary and watch our babies get babies. I want to talk to her until I lose my breathe. I want a love so strong that not even death wou

I have seen many lifted by love, Countless surrounded, fed, embraced by love, But I, I am condemned by love, alienated, starved, and forgotten by love. Seated here, staring blankly, thinking, I feel so alone, It feels as if the walls are coming down, I feel crushed like ice, like twenty tons have been thrown on my soul. I close my eyes, even in fantasy I am alone. Where do I go? When I'm feeling so lost and I don't want to be found, When I'm looking and listening for that peace in my heart. But I know I'll never hear that sound. Where do I go, which way do I turn? Searching for that affection I so desperately yearn for. Fading memories of a past I'll soon forget, Isolated and alone waiting for the one not met or have I? Tears of pain run down my cheek, Wishing I was able to hold the one I seek, Tears from my heart I cry, Left out here alone, Tears I cry from the soul, Wishing for my heart.