Gush of an air

I WISH I WERE A GUSH OF AN AIR

If I were a gush of an air 
I would have flown 
With the dare in my strength 
And arrive at the doors of your soul
And enter; 
Enter paying less attention
To your cruel stares
Your hate
Your nonchalance
Your fairs n unfair  
Everything-
 
Because I know 
You’d never let me in
So I wish
 I were a gush of an air
I would have stolen
A thousand kisses 
Not only on your face
But oh yes
Your stony soul 
And it would melt to butter
With the touch of my lips
And in my heart
A thousand butterflies would flutter
With ecstasy
But no,
You won’t know anything
Because
I’ll be a gush of an air
That you would love 
To have it reside on your skin
As it’ll bring warmth
And compassion
That it deserves 
And craves for
When the outer world 
Is so hot and cruel and cold
And absurd-

How sweet would it be?
That I would be ruling 
Your majesty’s skin
With all my mighty powers 
Piercing through your unkind cells
Tearing all the curtains
Deteriorating all the walls of distances
Killing your pride 
And I can tell no more!

Oh My Beloved!

I can tell no more
Of the feeling of me being breathed in
I’m cherishing that trance of
Journeying through your throat 
And making my way to your veins
And getting mixed with your blood
And becoming your very own part-

Oh how strong this desire is!
HOW STRONG!
Can you not discern my love?
Can you not see me falling apart
And getting worst?

Oh My Beloved!

How about softening your brutal heart?
And taking accounts 
Of your cruelty towards this 
Very disoriented soul of mine?
So that I would not
Just be a gush of an air
But a whole lot of clouds 
Raining over all the delights 
And blessings of the worlds 
And extracting 
The entirety of torments
And distresses and troubles 
And grieves 
And all the wreckages 
And rubbles 
That would ever come in your way?

Oh My Beloved!

Just one wish
Just one desire, 
Soften your heart 
And bless me with a little corner 
In your kingdom
Or I would warn you 
With the passion of my heart
With the depth of my feelings
With the strength of my pen
And vigor of my words
That 
I would stab my soul
And kill myself and die forever 
For you
Because yes, 
I am obstinate
And inflexible 
When it comes to having you-