Eyes
When I look into your eyes, I know you are an introvert guy
Your heart is burning with pain, the flames are shivering, and I
Can covertly see your eyes, full of introvert tears
Tell me whatever you want, for you I am all ears
Tell me you are not well in this time so trying
Haven’t I seen your eyes, like a while ago you were crying!
I am not well too, o my beloved friend
Inside my heart, there’s a window of pain
To catch a glimpse, I secretly open the windowsill
After so many days you have lend your hand, I will
Hold on to it, like no one ever knows, never did
You cover your pain inside your eyelids
Your calm eyes try to show you don’t have any anguish
When I look into your eyes, see your blues have made them bluish
The Sunset Point
Now I have reached the horizon where sun sets
From where the last light this earth gets
The sky becomes flooded with carnival of colours
The birds return to nests and cry the day’s last hollers
My days are numbered, for how many days I will have you
The question is difficult, the answer is harder, I knew
It took a long time to meet you, my desires sank into the dusk
My days of light covered its face in darkness’s husk
Time is climbing down with caution along the rusted stairs
I know I have to go back while stopping for a moment there
Days of melancholia is around, time is sloping toward the gloom
I want to touch your heart, this desire is refuted by whom!
How many centuries younger you are than me,
can’t measure the span
I only know that you were my boy, and now, you are my man.
Men
Men are so good when they are my lovers
Like a crazy storm, they shake me over and over
Touching them is bliss, they also know no sins
They want to die under my feet ever since
Men are so good when they cry in pain
When they turn into sanctified insane
I look for that passion in every man I meet
I nurture that fascination, to write a poem about it
I am surrounded by so many beloved men
I love all of them over and over again
Sometimes someone may not reciprocate my feelings
But I won’t live without the joy men bring
When I get a man on whose chest
I can rest my head and cry
Let the feminists be angry with me, I don’t buy
