When gazing into your big moon-like eyes, what can I do but succumb ?

I am stealing the two of cups from your soul.
please, don't mind me
I won't hurt long
just surrender
please,complete a form
before time is up.

who needs umbrella,
when mouthing the rain ?

a drop splatter majesty, rain again.
October says;
on your knees, you can dry yourself
with the memory of Summers past, though please pay tribute.

if only,
that long,short-worded sentence,
pausing a held breath,
could be left on a window sill
for the rain and the stars,
climbing past clouds.

Am I twisted, past a point of going back inside my locked cage ?
do I rage, sometimes ?
but now,I just churn time
to find your smile already there.

yesterday,
has already been laid to rest.
today is nearly gone to the fires,
the ash maidens that sing Ghazals,
wade tomorrow too.

pushing gray skies,
a cold light of October
knows to eat memories
of Summer left over in the bled leaves.
I sit,warming my hands in this tide.

little yellow leaf,
caught in the winds on a string.
how you look like a butterfly,
ghost-dancing
all that Spring and Summer.

chime echo poem
rifling pockets home.
my bones feel for magic,
before I can fake a smile
or sell you paper luxury
and sewn on crawls for faces.

I stay inside to write poems in silence.
occasionally,I open windows,
for stoned immaculate apathies,
to rhinestone-steal moonlight in the rain.

perceptual artistry lacking,
I bleed out.

Shala!

In the quiet still
of a soulful moment
the soft flutter of grace
see yourself
in the white flowers
that surround the moon.
Your big eyes, like sarod
Conjuring up heavenly ragas.
Your big eyes, like a lake
reflecting autumn and tulips.
Your laughter,
stretched across the sky
Bringing down hails and drizzles.

You pull the dark clouds down
And make bubbles of joy.

You know the algorithm
that can retrieve butterflies.

This october midnight
the wooing sky, drumming head
the wind and sleepy stars
My caressed dreams
but the scented you
Among eighteen stars 
raining along oceans.
and you came down.
I am peering into the
shadowed depths of you
and seeing
the colorfully drenched soul
and those sparkling big eyes.

Don't forget the rural self in you. it may metamorphose you to an ifrahuman.