Shooting Star

It was a night like no other,
And yet, it was like any other.
My heart was beating, pounding.
My soul was screaming, pounding,

On the doors of love.
Like a flying dove,
Going to nest it's mate,
I was going to my soul-mate..

Surrounded and hidden by trees,
Soothed and comforted by a calm breeze..
The skies filled with stars,
Burning and raging like wars..

When I touched you, I knew
My soul-mate can be only you..
And then comes a sign from the above,
A sign of love, a star from above..

The star flies across the skies,
Freeing the butterflies into the skies..
You look at me and ask
'Of the shooting star, what do you ask?'

I look at the stars full of rage,
And then I say, 'I ask for courage"..
To confess my love, which is so much.
And to make our lips touch...

Twilight

This poem was inspired by another poem, written by my friend Abdul.

As the sun seems destined for a quiet sunset,
And my thoughts float away into the fiery sky,
Beyond the reaches of the world,
Beyond the reaches of my worries..
This is when I feel you in my arms..
I feel you leaning onto my shoulder.
I feel my heart beat in your breath.
The cool wind awakens me,
And I see myself lost in the twilight.
I see myself lost in your love.

Then I see you flying away in the fading twilight...
I chase you in search for your love,
In the twilight that leads to darkness.
I search for your love in the darkness.
Under the starlight, I reach out,
To touch you, to hold your hand.
But it's nowhere to be found..
I hear you, I try to feel a touch.
And it's gone, you are gone..
In the twilight and I've lost your love.
I'm lost in the twilight of life.

I'll greet with open arms...

With tears in my eyes,
With pain in my heart,
With a void in my soul,
I wait, I silently wait.

With a hunger in my body,
With a craving in my mind,
With lust flowing in my veins,
I wait, with the hunger increasing, I wait.

With a thirst on my parched tongue,
With a burning desire for my corpse,
With a fire burning my insides,
I wait, I wait for the boatman.

I wait for the blood to flow.
I wait for my soul to drain.
I wait for my heart to stop.
I wait for my lust to be satisfied.

The love-less life is not a living.
The lifeless existence holds no appeal.
The soul-less life has no meaning.
The end of it, the after life is awe-inspiring.

I wish for my veins to be slit open.
I wish for my mind to be shut down.
I wish for my breath to stop.
I wish and pray to the boatman.

The boatman, the grim-reaper, the harbinger
Of death and doom, I wait for.
I wait for a knock on my door.
I wait grimly for a sign from hell.

My love, when that moment comes,
When death knocks our door,
You hide and I'll protect you.
I'll greet him with open arms...