Your synonyms.

If you are dangerous,

I am ready to take the risk.

If you are contagious.

I am ready to be sick chronically.

If you are lethal.

I am ready to die between your hands.

Because I already know 

That you are fire,

As I have burnt with desire.

I already know 

That you are a devil,

Possessing my innocent soul.

I already know 

You are the dark knight,

Who rises even where there is no light.

And I have just known that

You are time,

The unit of which I have depended on in Life.


We’re sitting on the ground; he’s leaning on the tree, and I’m leaning on him.

I made sure I got a lot of cushions; one behind his back in case the tree is rough and the rest just scattered around us.  

We’ve set up a projector just a couple of meters away.

He says we could watch whatever I like. I say then I’d watch you. 

He smiles softly and asks again. So, I choose an anime he’s watching that I haven’t yet started. 

Sitting between his legs, his arms hugging me close, my hands interlocked with his, his fingers gently stroking mine. 

We did not need to bring any flashlights; the stars are shining above us.

The sky is a witness for a compassion two beings have willingly shared. 

The wind exists in transparent waves, blowing my hair that is brushed across his face. 

He giggles, pushing away my hair to one side, as he sinks his face into my neck.

He holds me tighter; my back is pressed against his torso, so warm and comforting.

I can feel his breaths; his facial hair like feathers teasing my collar. 

A prey of a vampire who I have chosen on my own. 

I call his name. He interrupts with that one word that can clench the muscle in my chest and electrify my senses, sending a shock of haziness to my brain. 

He smirks, knowing the effect of his bewitchment, but still, he says it again – this time, closer to my ear. 

My eyes shot open. 

Life is being nourished by his proximity. 

Attention diverted from the perfect date to focus on our existence as one entity. 

Where time’s only definition is merely…our existence.

First encounter

It’s the sound of his breath as he gasps and swallows nervously. 

It’s the sound of the air he slowly lets out, as if I’ll steal away his breaths. 

It’s the sound of his steady heart that was stuck on one beat, starting to accelerate – one thump after the other. 

You can see him being aware of his heart pumping so fast like he’s on a rollercoaster ride that just went down the slope. 

You can see his eyes glaring right through me, like he’s trying to read my mind.

You can see his eyes tracing every detail in my face, my neck, my collarbone, my shoulders.. then back to my face as I raise an eyebrow or two. 

Then a smile on his face is formed. 

The way his skin just extends from the midline to the sides,

His lips stretching, eyes drooping, cheeks puffing. 

Oh those droopy eyes of his;

I would kiss them one by one, as a sign of gratitude that he found pleasure in a face and body like mine. 

I would also brush my nose against his nose, softly kiss the tip of his nose – 

And find him take advantage as he steals away a kiss.. 

I would be caught off guard that I shriek and quickly recover as I indulge myself within the grasp of his eager mouth. 

What Home Sounds Like

It’s the sound of the TV on

Even though no one is watching

The repeat of a Turkish episode.

It’s the sound of your mother yelling

Again at someone who’s disobeying.

It’s the sound of dishes clattering

Upstairs in the kitchen,

As the maid is cleaning.

It’s the sound of your sister

Singing out of tune in the bathroom.

It’s the sound of arguments

About who started it

Between your younger siblings.

It’s the sound of speeding cars

Coming to a halt 

Because of their wreckless driving.

It’s the sound of your father 

Entering the house late at night,

Still talking business on the phone.

It’s the sound of familiarity or

Peacefulness disguised

In a noisy background.

It’s the sound of 

What I proudly refer to as 


Distanced soul 

Currently 5000km away,

3 hours difference,

Millions seconds in between.

My soul has been implanted,

Into a body I haven’t yet touched.

Like a misfortune orphan,

It sought comfort in his heart.

Like a parasite

With an eager relish 

I have colonised his brain.

Fragments that illustrated 

The timeline of my life

Have dissolved in his vessels,

Fuelled by his existence.

So I beg you, soul of mine,

As you seek refugee

In the body who owns

The soul living within me,

Ease the pain and downfalls,

That he may face alone,

Until I crawl my way through

This crowded rugged earth

And reunite with you

And the man who has tamed us both.