Heavenly Way

In Your Abode there's a secret space.

A safe opened to the lovers of submission.

Guide me to Your blessings,

In between my weeps and wounds.

Let them tear and bleed,

Paving that heavenly way,

Oh, that of Siraathal Mustaqeem.

Image from Wildvibes Wayanad, Kerala

Senses and Silences.

Love has no language.

But, it does have senses to it.

An embrace, erupts the skins.

A kiss sweetens the lips.

A glance mesmerises the eyes.

A gasp, melody to the ears.

And the lover's drips, intoxicating.

Amidst all, the beauty of silence,

a warmth to the soul.