Shaikh Ashraf's Blog: Shaikh Ashraf Writes, page 6

Insane

Insane I’ve gone,
When I got withdrawn,
When you left me in a middle,
I remember that day you couldn’t help but only fiddle.

Insane I’ve been,
When I saw you everyday,
I’ve been keen,
To love you and have you.

Insane asylum my life has become,
I live in a slump,
I’ve known what happiness is,
Now, I don’t know what to name this, grump.

Insane I’ve got,
To the beautiful vague, empty draught, you’ve left in me,
I’ve never known this sadness.

Insanely good you were looking,
On the day of our nuking,
On our rides of loving,
Then, we stood, in our shells, departing.

Mad at you with your family,
Mad at you and your love,
Sad at the reality,
Sad that this truth hurts.

I cry out in the lonely nights,
I wail you in mornings,
I moan your memories in the afternoon,
While I punish myself in the dark evenings.

Hate myself and hate you,
For what you’ve done to me,
Invited me to the party of love,
Then left me, in a dark graveyard of memories.

Pills I take and I take drugs,
I remember every fight of us,
The pain and agony of life gave me a hug,
Now, I am not sure if I am stuck.

© Ashraf Shaikh

Vague Silence

I’m empty inside,
Dead space and a vague silence,
I’m withdrawn from myself,
Lost in translation between life and death.

I arrive at a sand storm,
Withering and poking inside me,
I arrive at a place in my heart,
Where love is dead and so is my soul with it.

I peek into the depts of myself,
Finding out myself again,
I loose myself and find myself,
But, in more pain and misery.

I look in mirror and don’t recognize the face,
I peek into my past and forget it even existed,
I hold on to your thought and I live, eternally in your thoughts,
I’m dead, empty, with a vague silence.

The silence pains my ears,
Throttles my mind,
Thrives pain on my heart,
While I struggle everyday to live, live while dead inside.

What happened, why I’m this,
Before I wasn’t in this much pain,
Why now, of all the ages, now,
Before I never fell in love,
But when I did, it broke me apart,
And now, I’m living but dead inside,
With empty space and vague silence.

© Ashraf Shaikh

Days

I only hear your voice echoing in my head,
Whenever you sang in those mornings making my bread,
And you sew my sweater with those tiny fingers, thread by thread,
I only see your face in my head.

When you departed from this world,
Life took a stroll and went through agony instead,
And I recall our nights spent in those lonely winters,
And I recall days spent in summer, which were great.

Only thought of you comes to my mind,
Grinds me through you,
Pops into my veins and boils down, your memories,
I don’t live anymore, but, I only see you, whenever I go.

I only see your face in my head,
Whenever you we fought on those ugly days,
And we made love in those beautiful nights,
And there went by our everydays,
I only see you, in my head.

© Ashraf Shaikh

Last Breathe

I remember it rained the night I saw you,
Cause it stormed the day you left,
I realise the rain was heavy,
Cause the storm crept into my body and shook me.

I remember the first morning, sun shone brighter, when I saw you,
Cause when you left there were no night and no day for me,
I realise the days went by slowly,
Cause everyday after you, feels like death.

Death, bring me death,
Take apart my breath,
I want you, I need you,
Bring me your salvation.

Tie me up on a wooden clank,
And bury me in a ground,
Where your memories fade away in my mind,
As I take my last breathe.

As I take my last breathes,
Your thoughts arrive on the platform of my mind,
Your heartbeat echoes in my ears,
That’s when I know, I’m meeting you.

After this world kills me,
Sheds away my very existence,
I’ll meet you.

As I take my last breathe,
Your images flashes in my head,
The darkness prevails,
The sunlight creeps in.

I open my eyes and I am somewhere else,
Holding your hand, sitting on the cloud of dust,
Watching the world below me,
Here, there’s only you, only me, and no one.

Death united us,
Llife threw us apart,
Death finished our story,
Life began it.

Here I sleep in the lap of death,
There you’re waiting for me,
As I take my last breathe,
As I take my last breathe.

© Ashraf Shaikh

Chants

I never believed in god,
I never prayed,
I never wandered around in the temples or mosques,
But when I saw you, the bells from the temples rang in my ears,
The chants of the prayer from mosque sang in my ears,
The prayers of my heart started,
I only rooted for you.

I never bowed down before anyone,
Never worshipped,
I never knew what faith was,
But, when I saw you, my pride shook and buried underneath me,
I bowed down, and worshipped you.

I wandered around you seven times,
Chanting the verses of god,
I wandered around you, loving you deeply,
But I didn’t realize I started seeing you as a goddess.

An angel who came flying,
Smiling, burning brightly into my arms,
How can I forget you,
An angel, you took all my pains away,
How can I not worship you.

At your feet I bow,
At your smile I bestow,
At your love I am happy,
Your presence brings out the human in me.

With your smile you filled my heart,
You burned my solitude and misery apart,
You brought hope back in my arms,
You brought me back to reality.

How can I not wander around you seven times,
Chanting verses, worship you, at you feet,
Under you lies mercy and grace,
Under your spell boils this insane human, in love.

Then, I found my way to my mosques,
To the temples I never went,
I read the holy verses of god,
But, I didn’t, did not, bend.

Cause you’re already there who I pray to,
You’re the one I bow down to,
I’ve kept you above everything else,
How can I pray anyone but not you?

© Ashraf Shaikh

Right Here

Off there goes the land where we once met,
Off there lies the truth of our love,
Right there buries your grave,
Right here I am digging mine besides you.

Off there submerged our lives,
Off there lies our love,
Right there is no deserted land,
Right here I am yearning for you.

Right off my face the wind blows,
Right now I lay in my grave froze, besides you,
While the smell of the wind, brings back your memories,
Right here I lay next to you in my grave and yearning to meet you.

Free me from myself,
Cut the shackles that held me,
Accept me for who I am,
As I am a nobody without you.

Right here, I lay,
Right here where you took your last breathes,
Right now I take mine,
To meet you, only to meet you.

© Ashraf Shaikh

Tree Of Love

This is the last moment,
The sense thrills up,
The skins burn through desire,
There awaits embrace of two lovers.

This is the final moments,
Where you and I will be one for one last time,
Where time won’t stop as it used to,
Where our love turns into some other form.

I have you for my life,
I have you for my dreams,
I give in to you,
I give myself to you.

The flowers of trust only grow,
In the fields of love,
The thorns of worship and madness,
Only grows in the fields of love,
Here, I give in myself to you,
Burn through me, and change me,
Shine through me, and transform me,
Until I don’t recognize myself.

The mingle up of our bodies,
On ruffled bedsheet,
Our naked inhibitions doesn’t matter that much as our love and longing for each other does.

The time has come where love grows out of these hearts,
There sprouts, the most beautiful tree of love, happiness and joy,
But also, sprouts, whirlwind of madness and agony,
What should I do, cut the grown tree of love,
Kill it, or let it grow in my heart,
So it gives me pain, and reminds me, of you.

© Ashraf Shaikh

Silhouette

Dark pestering silhouette embarks from the corner,
Shadowed fully by my inhibitions,
Dark souls collapsed on the glass of night,
Engulfed in each others ignited flames.

Of love and desire the silhouettes dance,
Of pain and pleasure the silhouettes sing,
On the glass of love, crumpled into each other,
We give in to ourselves.

Dark pestering silhouette danced in the jazz,
There it leaves a leathery chocolate smell,
Smells of roses and other flower,
While it kisses other dark pestering silhouette.

It unbuttons the cloth worn on silhouette,
There it reveals the truth,
It makes love with the silhouette,
Embracing in each other, in pure lust.

Dark pestering silhouette you’re in this night,
Dark pestering silhouette I am in this night,
While we lay in the dark glass of crumpled love,
There we lay and ignite, burn through each other.

© Ashraf Shaikh

Sensual Madness

I swirled around,
Hit the ground,
My heart pounds,
My body gives up.

While I stay wide awake,
I hope I didn’t make any mistake,
In this story of love,
You’re, but you’re my beloved.

You gave me that hickey,
On your little nape, I kissed you,
You gave me that trouble,
On your tremble feet we dance in this night.

The times goes slow,
The smell sensual,
In the night you glow,
And ignite within me, a sensuous madness.

I only see you, touch you,
Even if you aren’t there,
I smell your presence around,
What spell you’ve cast on me,
I couldn’t go anywhere,
What wand you’ve waved over me,
I couldn’t think of anyone but you.

[image error]Sensual Madness

© Ashraf Shaikh

Taste Of Love

Lets drift away in each others bodies,
Lets cast a spell on the world that only teaches us hate,
Lets unite in the song of love, let’s go deep in the ruins of scars.

The love I feel for you is more like an evening coffee,
Soft and slow, seething and relaxing,
But at times, it is more like a black coffee poison,
Intense, hitting hard and taking over my mind.

While I am lost into the ruins of your body,
Travelling every part of your skin,
Enlivening smells of that bosom that cry’s love,
I suck on the darkest passions, rock hard, and taste the wine of love.

Love tastes like a hot chocolate cake,
Like a lava it boils outside the cake, and fills my glands of taste,
It tastes like a sweet pastry from my childhood,
Love tastes like you.

While I’m travelling in the middle of your skin,
Igniting the fire inside,
While I take a stroll in your flower,
Striking the burning fuel within,
You go plump and shake,
You go in thrill and lay there wide awake,
The sleeping giant of love has awoken,
Ready to suck the rock hard, mountain of passion away.

Love tastes like the first kiss,
Where it first rains and the smell of wet mud,
Where our wet bodies embrace and our tongues find their way into each others mouths,
Tasting the forbidden fruit, the sweetest chocolate cake and the tastiest wine.

While you’re there withering every inch of your body,
I shaking every inch of myself into you,
We dive deep into the Labyrinths of ourselves,
Getting lost in the pointless passion,
Thirsting and drinking from the well of love,
Eating from the buffet of lust,
Strolling through our bodies,
The lava, boils up and down,
Withers and shakes,
And burns as we touch each other,
While you make moaning sounds,
And I make groaning sounds,
We dance, walk and talk in the ruined streets of love,
Our bodies, tired and dried up from lust,
Wet and soaked from passion, our bodies die of exhaust,
While our love still ignites deep within our hearts fills every vein and bursts out.

© Ashraf Shaikh

[image error]Taste Of Love