Impossible

I could touch

But I couldn't grab

How to have someone like that

My Sun

Poetry is like camels, birds, horse, sea and land and its fondness..

Its a state that changes into states, and soon become a country.

A poet is an imagination of a lover for his genuine feelings

My Sun..

You blew my heart from north to south

and yet I still couldn't sense the wind outside

It's all for the eyes of my beloved and king of my heart

Try to remember his morning laughter.

His color of cheeks and how the dimple is showing every time i tweak

One look at my eyes, while we stand face to face is enough..

For I wake up and realize it only a dream, hope and a deep sigh..

BLINDED

My sun..

I have blinded. willingly blinded.

For the king of the dark eyes and wild features..

You have the most genuine feelings,

that took away almost all of my heart.

the way you love is so romantic, so wild, and yet so soft.

You shine like the sun when you appear

And the flower waiting for its rise.

Never heard your voice

Never see your face

One meeting is enough

But to make it real it seems impossible

Cause you are the prince of other world