Love in the Time of Camera

Your casual look - 

And my eyes break like cheap crockery.

In Love

Most often

You need to think hard -

Face, hands, eyes, hair...

It's not easy to remember your beloved.

Bibliophile

If you were a book

I’d title you

A glossary of unknown loves

And hide you deep somewhere

Within the library of my emotions.

Moral Policing

I

And when

They couldn't find me

They took all my finger prints

From your skin away.

II

Forget poetry!

I actually reside inside my beloved now

Call it love if you want

I'm just afraid of moral policing.

Mashq

Life keeps digging in me

An abyss

Too deep for anything to climb up.

I am too steep in myself.

Untitled

Without you 

I'm like an overused cheap soap

Withering away 

In the washrooms of other bodies

Silently weaving

The foam of separation.