void of helium, inflated and cold / ether shattering screams, heavenly explosions / exhausted, collapsing into a supernova / percolating dust and neutrons, ripped into lonely scraps by a black hole / descending into a statue-hearted sagar / the fragmented cosmos twisting and morphing into a womb / divinity roaring and dawning a lamenting child wishing to return to the cosmic heavens / water draining from her eyes, never wholly stopping / not an earthling, they knew, but a spirit of the spangled skies / thus she was called afsheen / so she may echo with the phantoms of her hitherto
i came to this earth with the desire to go back and the desire has never left my heart
and so she longed to build herself a tender home / ablaze with the fire of affection / with love that stretched to infinity / something like the celestial skies she belonged to / she did not find it in the feral cradle of her birth / nor did she find it in the sternum of nature as others did / instead, the organized chaos and the colours of her heritage opened their arms / her laughing roots and gentle folks dote on her fondly / she found revering affection in another family which she fragilely adopted herself / most of all, a soft love was moulded in the embrace of a foreign entity through holy glass, just like she deserved
my beloveds, of blood & water, showed me an ethnic intimacy like no other
clambering onto the platform of scenes and soliloquies / reclaiming her stifled expressions / carving her place in performance and discourse / lost in the records of the ancient and statecrafts / even so, a little incomplete, she turns to tattered pages carrying ataraxy / magic glowing in midnight desolation / ignited, the blood oozing from her fingers wreak havoc onto coffee-stained journals / strolling on the trajectory between rationality & delirium / breathing wooden life into the ceaseless visions of her mind
away from the world, lost in the panic of my mind, words sigh comfort & home
the laughing moon tries to be a sanative resonance, she returns the smile it for its efforts / because when a thunderstorm rumbles in her veins, not even the warmth of nightfall lulls her / so she makes the aching storm bleed out of her soul / the silver glint of the dagger of her words cuts through the shackles of her being / licking the warm ink off the dagger, letting it empower her being / unobstructed, unrestricted, starlight glimmers as creation / cerebration flowery, musings after musings blooming with civics & society & antiques & love and whatever else blossoms / a criticizer, she calls herself, but goes on to write about godly lovers / all the same because none can stop a stellar rebirth / none can confine pure starlight in words
i am azade, i am free.