The Sun Is Occupied

Waiting, waiting for the dusk,
Rising in dark and dying in sun.
Lowering the voice, avoiding the light,
Can't go out there the sun is occupied.

Horror, horror the beast outside,
No hand, no heart but only eyes.
And how dare you to be out there?
this star, yes this is captured.

Thirsty, thirsty i need some light,
or the warmth of golden ray and rainbow delight.
Plant thou art so blessed,
I am the curious one, for me my Sol is occupied.

Despair, despair is all that you indite,
Conquer for the ray, rise up and ignite.
Buried in dark, the gold never bright,
And those who shines, their sun cannot be occupied.

                                                                                  -Saif Ali

Dear Mistress

Dear Mistress,
               Thy beauty is
                           elegant,
                           magnificent,
                           divine,
                           talisman.

Dear Mistress,
               Let's go
                           for a walk,
                           or a journey,
                           or an odyssey, 
                           or to the horizon.

Dear Mistress,
               Let me behold
                           thy eyes,
                           thy face,
                           thy curve,
                           thy bosom.

Dear Mistress,
                I can't resist myself
                            to touch ye,
                            to hold ye,
                            to grab ye,
                            to squeeze ye.

Dear Mistress,
                Let me melt in
                            thy breath,
                            thy mind,
                            thy heart,
                            thy soul.

My Queen,
                  Allow me to lift the burden of
                              thy case,
                              thy grief,
                              thy desire,
                              thy dream.

Dear Mistress,
                 Either kill thyself
                 or be mine.

Solemness Of Narcissism

This People can be Recognized,
Lamenting around me to Patronize.
My Misery, my pain provide me sane,
But Hurt most that i'm adorable to them.
Turn the reality, they love my past:
Worthless, futile, idle and thwart.
To direct Crime or to conduct misdeed,
Hard to bury but effortless to achieve.
My deeds are hidden and the summit I reached,
Never divulge and no one been.
The Beast inside me never revealed,
Delusion in look, Fake I seemed.
Tons of crime and mountain of my sins,
Evidencing my wisdom, how not a single seize.
Laughing and dying peaceful and calm,
Watching you people being so lamb.
This love, your love, i can appraise,
Rewarding myself, how witful I betray.
Quietness, calmness, tranquility and peace,
Delighted by horror hidden, not ever release.