Your lips

Your lips

A red rose

Soft with dew

As the petals tremble

I am vulnerable


I long to feel

The flames

Of their touch

Even if offered

With thorns

Of rejection


In those flames

I wish to hide myself

Eventually burn



And disappear


Into the world

Of mystical


~Rashid Abbasi

Haiku III

While I kept waiting,

her ruby lips kissed someone.

Happiness: not mine.


I feel a freedom from the need of writing anymore when I read this first ever Haiku I wrote in May this year. A super summary of my youth.