Yearning Poems

what love could i seek if not yours?

what love could i seek if it’s not yours?
a joyous ode to your name— 
even sorrow would glee to hear.

i’ll leave some words on your doorstep
slowly relenting, slightly scrambling.

like the way they were in my tongue,
your name’s as sweet as the morning dew,
waiting for my lips to utter
each syllables describing all of you

don’t spare me

you, only

eternal- under the scope of your breath.
do you think if the world falls apart, your touch would falter between my heaving?

 all i want, all i need,
is to get lost in your words,
or to get lost even in the semblance of your shadow,
in hopes to feel the twinkle in your eyes

you’re the tinge of orange

Beside the river where dogs bathe

inevitably, she comes for us all
my lover— death, with her webbed fingers

her skin soft as a porcupine’s, 
her quills darting into my chest
tears me apart in search of her craving
a smile as she gently ripped it out of my flesh

she held it out to the heavens and breathed out a cry of death
her teeth harder

By Your Bedside

I am dying to be by you, at your bedside
Mon amour, I yearn every second to be by your side
To soothe the pain, to give you a good massage
To mesmerize you and to send the right message
To your body, to your soul and to your enduring heart
Darling, going forward, you and I should never be

Moon

In the middle of the scorching hot sun
I met a breeze.
It was fair, 
tall, and calm.
The breeze smiled,
I don't know for who,
maybe for me, 
maybe for the universe.

His frame was cold,
yet for some reason, 
he was warm.

His smile was the most endearing thing that had ever existed.
he looked so beautiful, like a pure white cloak,

Fire and Shadow of the Eternal Flame

Fire and Shadow of the Eternal Flame
(c) 2025 by the Entangled Pair

You make longing feel like poems 
all soaked in sweat and truth
they flow out unashamedly
sometimes unkempt, uncouth
and as they flow somehow they show
the yearnings of our youth

I come to you as fire and shadow
filling you with pleasured pain
pulsing you to overflowing
striving to relieve the

Still I Reach - Yearning for Stardom - Mini Orchestral Stage Production

Still I Reach – Memories of my Father.

My Dad — a virtuoso, once hailed among India’s finest — was one of three English gentlemen credited with bringing Western classical music to India, helping to lay the foundation for a tradition that would echo for generations.
 His artistry shaped the sound of a nation, and his

Not Like You

Some say you are the best one,
sure have you a try,
you got curves that imprison
every straight man’s eye.
I thought we’d find our own path,
to see each other’s worth,
but we were just so different
that it all felt like work.
Both sides of every issue,
soon peace and quiet died,
sought solace in the bedroom,
the sex a pleasant lie.
Suppose we

attachment

i try and paint you in a bad light inside my head 
to create a reason to get over you but no matter how hard i try
all i can think of is you
you consume my mind
take control of my speech 
i will always drift back to you no matter how hard the universe can rip

Yearning

     We met by a stream 
        in the midst of a dream 
    
     faded into morning’s mist
        O, how we yearned to kiss

YEARNING

YEARNING
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Upon the cliffs she stands,
whispers of salt and time
curling around her. 

Below, the sea murmurs,
the burdens of yesterday
swept away by foamy tides. 

The gulls cry out, a chorus of freedom.
She stretches her arms wide,
inviting the winds of change.

Here upon the edge, she continues standing
a seeker in the twilight,
yearning for answers within.

Upon this precipice, she surrenders
becoming

After the Yearning

She spent so much of her time
in her mind wildly churning
fantasy with deep yearning
which she spun like useless twine,
then grew old, never learning
that her dreams, like clouds, had dimmed
joy with which life might have brimmed.

Yearning Into Reverie

On dark, cold soil,
atop the soaring green turf,
lay cold, rusty, nostalgic houses.

The path that led to them
was faded and shallow,
with the feeling
it could cave in
at any moment.

Scattered along that path
were derelict vehicles
from different eras
each one different heaps of life.

Fog filled the houses.
It filled the cars too,
like a raging campfire,
too sinister
to be put out.

And yet here

The invitation of love into a black woman's heart

Deep down she was a hopeless romantic
Masked with hate because she thought she couldn't have it
After all she was a black woman 
When she asked the world for love it laughed at her 
It's why she gave up, a story so tragic

Growing up in a world where white was the beauty standard
And being black was

Unrequited Love, a Soliloquy

To love someone who no longer loves you is the cruelest trick played by the world. I didn’t know you wanted me that way, I thought you only cared for my body, so I found another who seemed to want a connection. I should’ve told you then how I love you so, I wish I

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