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2922 Coffee Dates

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Here I manifest the walk down the aisle,

There he stands on the ground of his ifs and buts.

Eight long secrets my veiled heart does pile,

While he dreams of the glory of fifty stars clutched.

Here I breathe in his aura, a captivating guise,

There he lives for a distant future, a programmer’s vow.

My white dress a canvas for unspoken cries,

His code a shield, masking doubts somehow.

Will his fear of commitment splinter this love’s hold?

Will his distant future leave only my name?

Can love bridge the chasm, mend the unspoken fear?

Or these 2922 coffee dates will end in a silent tear?

Flames of Love

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In a land where flames kiss the sky so high

And ancient beauty stirs one’s soul

Where nocturnal streets illuminated

And the symphony of those paving stones,

Cocoon your senses.

Hand-in-hand

We meandered through the labyrinthine alleys

Where tapestry of history seamlessly wove itself

With threads of modernity

And tales of the Caspian Sea gently,

Soothe you into nirvana.

From the lush hills of Gabala

To the slopes of Shahdagh

This bond continues to grow evermore profound

Much like the eternal fire of Yanar Dagh,

Our love remained an unwavering, radiant light

The vivid hues amongst the bustling bazaar

Culture, cuisine, and affection converged

Nizami now imprinted in my memory

With every step, our hearts took flight.

In the warmth of your smile,

I found my true north

My compass in the South Caucasus.

In Azerbaijan’s tender embrace,

We discovered a love that would stand the test of time.

Under the canopy of a starry night

And the maiden tower

With you by my side,

We shall reunite — soon enough.

I Don’t Speak 01010

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You came with the changing season…

And I misread the signs.

I thought you’d come along to offer comfort…

Instead you came knocking from deep within.

It was early August with Autumn around the corner…

How was I to not fall for you.

You kept it fairly simple…

And yet I fell pray to the pattern.

You had some nerve…

Teaching me the difference between the good and bad.

Trespassing where you do not belong…

Evoking feelings you could not embrace.

Making me question this blurred line between us…

And holding me back with your obnoxious 01010 theory.

1675 days later you continue to rule my kingdom…

And yet refuse to let me claim the throne.

This year, I intent to turn the tables…

Or perhaps just have you on the that desk in the corner.

I don’t speak your language…

And yet you expect me to differentiate between zero and one.

I’ve kept this hidden for far too long…

Time to reveal and devourer everything in sight.

Including your rules and that piece of manhood you wear as a Crown.

Everything I Do, I Do For You…

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Everything I do;

Everything I’ve done.

I do for you.

And although you may never acknowledge it out loud

A part of me is convinced all too well otherwise.

For the sun sets to let you breathe easy;

And the stars travel across the sky to light your way.

For each bloom turn to bean to quench your thirst;

And the spaces between my fingers exist to hold you tight.

For my skin was laced to etch your pathway;

And my senses surfaced to satiate your hunger.

Everything I do;

Everything I am.

I know it is for you.

You. Just You. Only You.

Wasted & Wounded

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He was my first

In all the ways you could possibly imagine

My first cup of longing

And my first flight to the heavens above.

He made me feel like I’m the only woman here

The center of his universe

The code to his heart

And the answer to life’s logic.

They say he did all this on purpose

To leave me wasted and wounded

To ensure I’d never love another

And to cast away his greatest deception.

As I attempt to deliver a soliloquy

Of my nascent love and his mastery

I find no words to express the sting trapped inside

Or the rapture of skin and flesh

Near the Indian Ocean.

Blood Orange Moon

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It felt right, it felt wrong,
Or just somewhere in between
When chastity met shame,
Where senses engage,
And hands explore
Where inhibitions dissipate,
And souls entwine
Where honor is questioned,
And love is dallied
Where unison is coquetted,
And moans coveted
Where language is free-flowing,
And words muddled
Where a Blood Orange Moon controls desires,
And waves throb with ache
Where Coffee and Coconuts descend,
And insatiable consumptions ascend
Where the Burj stands tall, and proud and Hearts devour the Indian Ocean.

#WORDPORN – The Voice in your Head

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Did I get too close?
Was the love unbearable?
Did I cross a line?
Or you weren’t expecting to actually like me?
You held my hand and told me you loved me,
And we were doing so good.
I suppose the voice inside your head
Told you to run.

Don’t even throw the C word at me,
You felt comfortable
Outside the bed,
Did that scare you?
May be that was your cue.
How could it be
After she walked all over your heart
You weren’t going to let someone else,
Dictate your emotions.
And I was a chapter
You didn’t plan to pen.
Your friends told you
I wasn’t pretty enough
And too old for your conquests.

What happened?
Did I get too close?
Was the bond getting too much?
I’ve another C word,
How about we use Calibre instead?
How does that make you feel?
Pretty much the same
As I did when you used the
Compatibility card.

Was my voice
Starting to feel like
Music to your soul?
Were the sun flares getting too hot to handle?
Or was it just the warmth of my hands
Against that cold, cold voice in your head?
Or the prerequisites set by your circle?
From time to time,
And I’ve seen it before,
But continues to awe,
That mercenary move
Rendering me clueless, breathless.
With nothing good to say,
No reason good enough,
To make you stay.
And you really wouldn’t like it here anyway
Prescience holds true
So do the beliefs you grew up with
And that voice in your head,
Or just the friends that consume you
A little more with each passing day.

The Strange Boy at a Distance

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It wasn’t that he seemed out of this world or even one-in-a-million and yet he was not a fraction of the multitude of a race that only believes in keeping oneself different from others. And I stood at a distance thinking how wonderful it would feel to have and hold.

Obscured under the blue, blue sky, he preferred solitude and for him she was nothing more than a mere stranger with an unhealthy obsession for words.

This boy is running but from what? Seems like from everything and probably nothing.

Focused; in his own world, yet cautious not to fumble over the cracks in the slab of pavement.

Above all they are his, as he glides over, one after the other.

He is like the calm to my eternal chaos.

He offers a smile to his invisible audience, whose cheers are still audible over the waltz of traffic and a cliched betrayal. Strangers who share his same verifiable reality remain indifferent, slouching over their steering wheels.

Though this boy does not care.

He fails to notice, in fact. He gallops home, ignoring their guises of this lacklustre steel town.

The rolling clouds bow over to him, allowing him his rightful throne. He wallows in the fire cast by the mysterious deity; sovereign. He advances but remains put. Nothing more, nothing less.

His mind is a fortress. Impenetrable.
He continues home, but to no one in particular.
And not to his home.
Then to where, and to which home? I could not tell you, and nor could he.
His destination has yet to present itself.

The boy does not care – I admit finally. He continues to run.

Feel my words let them create the mood for our very first encounter; shall we be friends of the word or strangers or more let my words please you and fill your every need you assumed never existed.

I sense your needs feel your loneliness your emptiness. I offer you – let my words to embrace you, ease your pain give you comfort and let the emptiness evaporate create the world you want.

You believe in logic and I prefer the cadence of rhyme but perhaps together we can conceive a marvel beyond this realm. For I would like to come closer, a little more than you are comfortable with but I promise to grant you confidence.

Once our minds are sated and the glow of this past-present interweave begins to illuminate, we shall part with contentment. Knowing you will always have my words and I will forever treasure your touch.

10 Things to Know to Dating a Developer

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Are you a Programmer’s Girlfriend?
 
Did your Boyfriend profess his love to you in Python?
 
Does he change Coffee into Code?
 
Then I suggest you continue to read on.
 
First of all, allow me to congratulate you on your brave, brave feat, I mean you agreed to Date a Developer, you must be one strong woman.
 
Whether you call them Developers, Programmers, Coders or Software Engineers, they all have one thing in common, we love them unconditionally and they don’t deserve us. I mean don’t get me wrong, they are probably the most intelligent people on Earth but they sure hell don’t…well let’s not make it emotional. If you are a Proud Girlfriend to a Programmer then you need the following 101 in your life.
 
10. You are not their first love, not even the last.
He might say, you are his only girl but believe me he loves his laptop (or in this case his Alien ALIENWARE Work Station to be specific) more than he could ever love you. You will often find him smiling to himself looking at his screen, don’t worry, it’s not a female, it’s a new feature.
 
09. All they do is Code. Not even you.
Yes. Get over it. It’s a cycle, midnight coding, 03:00 AM coding, Friday night coding, just before a party coding. Even Victoria Secret cannot help you there!
 
08. They don’t have time for you.
The sooner you accept this the better it is. Get yourself a hobby. Focus on your career because even breaking your wrist isn’t going to get you the attention you probably deserve. He does not have time for you and he will make zero efforts about it. He expects you to understand his schedule, which is his ‘every day’ by the way.
 
07. No one else! 
The best thing about being a programmer’s girlfriend is the top-notch security that comes with the relationship. It’s not like he does not ache down there or has never surfed porn, or followed chicks on Instagram/Facebook, he just doesn’t have the time to cheat on you. That’s all!
 
06. Friends are the most important thing in the world.
So you thought, he’d spend the Saturday night with you because he completed his sprint? Ha Ha how naive of you! The only time he will ever message you is to tell you he is going out with his friends. His coder pals are more attractive than you could ever be! Best you hear it from me girl than him! 
 
05. He is very happy. Probably without you!
The thing with Programmers is that they are passionate about what they do and thus extraordinarily good at their jobs. They are successful, and make a lot of moolah and are completely satisfied in their lives. They often forget you are part of their happiness. You will be taken for granted and often forgotten.
 
04. Don’t expect a diamond. Ever!
If you like yellow roses, pearls or books or chocolates, I suggest you buy yourself a treat. It’s not about the money, they’d be happy to spend thousands on you but don’t ever expect a gift. But you know what? He’s creating you apps and websites all the time. Imagine having a boyfriend who gifts you a website, just think about all the money you’ll save on hosting! 
 
03. Patience is a virtue.
It’s also what’s going to help you live with a programmer. Breathe in. Breathe out. This won’t make things any better but it’ll help you get through the day! And mind you, countless of hours of debugging, they develop an astounding level of tolerance, a quality much valued in relationships.
 
02. You will soon be talking in programming languages.
You might never ever understand Laravel but you will surely start to understand HTML and may be even PHP. And you know what, when you do something relatively technologically competent, he’ll be all over you; he’d love you for loving what he does.
 
01. He is probably the worst boyfriend in the Milky Way Galaxy.
But believe me when I say, he is the best thing that has ever happened to you! Nothing in this world even compares to the love he has for you. I mean come on, remember the one time, when he left a text for you, “You are the CSS to my HTML”, I mean even Shakespeare can’t beat that!
 
No matter what happens, don’t stop loving him, even when loving becomes difficult and hating becomes easy. 

 

I AM YOURS

Inklings - Poetry & Prose Love & Relationships
In case the air in my lungs runs out…
I wanted to make sure…
You hear this out loud…
Just to make it clear…
Before time runs out…
Before you decide it’s not worth it anymore…
In case I lose my voice tomorrow…
Or apocalypse arrives…
While we are sleeping…
And I haven’t said it enough already….
Before we both get into an argument…
And my actions fail to corroborate…
Before you look the other way….
And a doubt crosses your mind…
Or your friends tell you otherwise…
I want you to know…
Today…
Tomorrow…
Forever…

I Am Yours…!