Call Me By Your Name

Call Me By Your Name, And I’ll Call You By Mine.

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3am

Time suspended

My consciousness awaken

Breathin’ shaken

Silence resounding

Happiness, elation

Internally mirrored

Truely alone

Not mistaken

Sleep children

While I awaken

Walk

You need to calm down And smell the roses Feel the breeze Fall on a bed of grass Breathe And find yourself in a pleasant place It is not easy to choose love When blazing anger takes over Your paradiso But have patience, Walk And forgive.

Bloom

I bloom just for you

Touched a rose thorn tenderly

I bleed just for you

Can’t Sleep

My eyes have lost their sense of humour,

And my tongue has become loose,

My dry lips don’t need the moisture,

And my heart needs a rest too.

This conundrum of a sleeping pattern,

Has kept me up at nights.

And this vigilant insomnia,

Has me dreaming when the cock crows thrice.

I want to feel normalcy,

But there is none.

When will the sandman make his visit?

In a day, a week, or a month?

Humiliation

That feeling that incurrs a heat wave

Across the face

Across the weight

Of my humiliated body

Hurts me in so many emotional ways.

Gentle

Your presense can soothe me 

Like an exhaling breath of pent up energy,

Like feeling the stray drops of a tumultuous river

Like the dew drops that fall from one leaf to another,

Like hearing the showers that cool down Gaia

Like climbing onto my bunk bed, one step higher and higher.

Avicii

Music was meant to be remembered,

To be shared,

To be loved,

And it’s creator decorated with adoration.

A man who can influence the masses,

Like the Pied Piper,

But who’s own death came as a surprise,

And led to a shockwave of devastation.

The masses weep for your untimely death,

As do I.

You and your art will be remembered

Longer than your forever.

Love

Show your love with love,

Replace it not with gifts or money,

Like gold, it is most precious in it’s unadulterated form.

Honey

Sweet nectar drips down from between your lips,

And I watch as you crumble to your most primitive state,

An animal beneath all that mud;

From my body,

You pull apart the work of a hundred silk worms,

And I let it fall to the ground,

Like all my inhibitions.

I let myself read your body,

It’s beautiful uncomplicated language.

Deplete

What happens to a tree whose thirst is not met?

Its soul meets the heavens.

That’s why I want to be a cactus.

I still will always need the water of love and validation,

But I am a survivor,

So deplete me of the river you so hungrily crave,

And watch me live on a drop.

Asifa

Asifa Bano of Kathua in Jammu was gangraped and murdered. Her body was found 7 days later after she was lost. Her body was found in a forest. She was a muslim minority stuck in hindu dominated lands. Asifa’s father was not allowed to bury her body in the said lands and has evacuated for the fear of further attacks.