Here I am. A deer in headlights, feeling stinging unease.
Just a moment of confusion, right? Lingering unease.

My body’s stiff, the realisation bringing unease.
The remorse splayed out across his face. Hands-wringing, unease.

A line I didn’t think to draw. Static pinging, unease.
Must leave. Lost in a maze of thoughts. His scent clinging, unease.

Should have been more assertive, Lou. My ears ringing, unease.
But I made myself small, a mouse with quivering unease.

Zulf-e-Zainia iOS si, raat andheri jaisi **,
Kyun jaaye woh door itna, zulm kyun dhati **?

Faizi ka dil tujh pe fida, Zainia ke rang mein,
Par teri berukhi se dil beqarar banta **.

Teri adaon ka jadoo, iOS ke noor sa hai,
Kyun na yeh dil tujh pe qurban sada hota **?

Zainia, ek nazar se dil ko sukoon de de ab,
Faizi ka ishq tujh pe kyun yun saza banta **?

Faizi ke qalam se yeh ghazal likhi gayi hai,
Ke Zainia ke ishq mein dil beqarar rahta **.
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The snows retreat, our longing begins crafting dreams, hope.
Like autumn’s hush, at our feet slip silken seams, hope.

The daily grind lives, yet in your arms I’m home, hope.
We long to sip again where skin’s moonlit gleams, hope.

Short days? We’ll stitch the dark with moans—no guilt, no worries, hope.
Your pulse, my compass—we’ll sail this thaw like a stream, hope.

No holidays—we’ll burn the hours in sweat’s hot baths, hope.
Your nails carve rivers where my shivers melt to cream, hope.

No sun? We’ll braid our shadows into one fevered trance, hope.
Your tongue maps constellations where my hips scream, hope.

Resolutions faded, we invent new desires, hope.
Savoring new rhythms, our lips capture sunlit beams, hope.

Secret places—your mouth, a vineyard, overgrown, free, hope.  
We’ll bloom where the soil forgets frost, where wild things seem, hope.

Luna & Sol—no storm can quench what our skins believe, hope.
In Gaia’s soothing haven, we chase our wildest schemes, hope.

Our lost love, a candle, my window sill, light
Her vision, the sun, warms loneliness, chill, light

Silhouetted, her petals glisten and unfurl at dawn
Between her thighs, a swirl of stars, distill, light

Her taste, a sultry sunset dripping with honey,
Starlight dancing on my tongue, instill, light

Skin on skin, our silent duet whispers song
Worlds collide, holding starlight's breath, still, light

Fingers probe constellations on moist skin
A waltz of stars, where pulsing hearts fulfill, light

Our bodies, rivers of passion, surge as one
Starlight ripples spill our love's vast ocean, fill, light

In Gaia's Soothing Haven, starlight weaves our fate
Cosmic rivers of passion eternally will, light

In slumber's garden, her blossom never sunlight caressing,
My heart, a violin without strings, my soul forever regretting, caesura

A whispered secret, meant for her hearing, now always hiding,
A lyric written without melody, my words forever faltering, caesura

Her sun-kissed strands, fingers trembling, face never revealing,
A piano's keys untouched, longing forever resounding, caesura

Her unshed tears, a sea, my arms empty, never comforting,
A hall deserted, it's quiet forever, sighing, caesura

Our bodies, scattered notes upon a score, never quite touching,
My songs, her deaf stars, never heard, forever yearning, caesura

Gaia's Soothing Haven, on life's edge, forever wondering
Our lost love, like petals, on life's threshold forever blooming, caesura

Her touch, a crescendo, our bodies harmonizing, sound journey.
Heartstrings vibrating in tune, passion bringing, sound journey.

Empty concert hall, without her, echoes in the void.
Mind's dulcimer weaves memories, drifting, sound journey.

Like two violins our bodies now begin a sweet duet.
Our passion a crescendo forever building, sound journey

Fingers tracing landscapes of desire, soft curves exploring.
Our breath, a soft flute, seeks the hidden embers burning, sound journey

Her body a living instrument, vibrations of pure sound.
Powerless, I must follow the maestro's commanding, sound journey

Like a master perfumer, our love's fragrance ages gracefully.
Chords of vintage cello bowing passion, resonating, sound journey

Her lips, a harp's lush glissando, heartbeats suspended.
A honeyed kiss, notes lingering; in silence orchestrating, sound journey

On celestial strings; notes drift in the cosmos; starlight whispers.
Our souls forever stardust on windstrings, meditating, sound journey.

In Gaia's Soothing Haven, our hearts forever on love’s journey.
Notes of desire linger softly, sonnets drift on our sighs.

The secret taste, my own hand is completing, ice cream.
A private joy, the moaning, the fleeting, ice cream.

My unplayed sonnet craves for a maestro's crescendo.
A freezer’s siren song, I’m powerless, beckoning, ice cream

My desires, untamed garden, unexplored, ignored,
A frozen bliss, in pleasure's heat, I'm needing, ice cream.

Remorseful echoes haunt my yearnings, an abandoned hall,
Useless empty calories to be worked off, sinning, ice cream.

A painter’s brush, my hands splatter ecstasy, uncontained,
Flavor's colors, in pleasure's heat, dripping, ice cream.

Wisp of my scent, a memory of vanilla and sea salt, 
Sugar cone explodes, no napkin, fingers sticking, ice cream

Imagined lover, I cup myself, between fingers, a slow pull,
Creamy soft serve cup, caramel drizzled, spooning, ice cream

Flavors of passion, spices of desire, I’m taste-testing,
Wandering endless isles, reading labels, discovering ice cream.

In pre-dawn mist, my sighs rise soft to kiss the sky,
Candy sprinkles scattered on hot fudge; uplifting ice cream.

Beneath the stars, my haven whispers, Gaia’s soothing grace,  
In every touch, I find my truth, my love embracing, ice cream.