For some, to say I love you is, as easy as dropping a coin in a beggar’s bowl. But to love someone in spite of the flaws and failings is rare and true love that is a promise forever. — akyllus

A glutted eid sun lazily trudges westward casting umbras east. — akyllus #haiku

Aah, the Siren. She taunts with words and images to wake the monster that dreams in me. But only to remind it what Elysium is like in human form. — akyllus

It happens that you meet a soul, akin to yours, as if tailored to befit your soul. But who will be true to love? And who will measure the depth of your words and your deeds? — akyllus

How desirable my world is, coloured in shades of blue. How insane I must be to imagine that world, belongs, to me. — akyllus

Feelings that died in you for me, are still inside of me, alive. — akyllus

It’s the eyes Where the storm appears, where clouds gather, where the rain falls and flowers bloom; it is love. — akyllus

I swim in the ocean to sink myself to her depth, to listen to her hum, to tame my aching soul, to float and gaze at the exhausted but, the more ravishing moon above me. — akyllus

Oh, my dear heart, Control! Control! — akyllus #sixwordpoetry

I dreamt I lay on silver sands, with the turquoise waters flowing gently over me. — akyllus

Everytime a poet reaches out for something that is missing or something that was never there, the most beautiful poetry is in the making. #musing — akyllus

In my heart sprouted a lavender and her fragrance lives to eternity. — akyllus

Wafting gently over the seas, over land rustling leaves, upon the trees through the window of my dreams comes the soft Whisper In The Breeze. — akyllus

The magic in those eyes, black and enticing; A summon to madness that muddles the mind, the first, the last and every time I meet them. — akyllus

A thousand stabs from the same blade found my flesh until their absence burned deeper than steel’s cold hunger. Now this hollow ache, where wounds should weep, crave the knife’s familiar song. — akyllus

You have come, and now that you are here you too must live: and to live, you must be fearless — akyllus

Azzah’s mothers weep for their brood, and their tears rain In distant skies: Azzah’s mothers weep for their spawns’ fill and freedom — akyllus

I’m made bitter by thoughts, yes, I searched, but I have only learned this; that “I cannot understand anything.” — Akyllus

Many years have gone many more years are still to come, but time still hasn’t recovered, from its madness over you. — akyllus