Nostalgia – Poem #9 – (2021)

Raindrops showering on my face
Refreshing my soul, but your absence,
It’s killing me, my sweet love.

In this beautiful weather,
I’m missing your bodily hugs,
Your lip kisses and bodily fluids

Scrolling down romantic stuff
Waiting for you, Just
Imagining your cuddles

Closing my eyes,
Picturing your smile,
Upon your face.

Come to me,
Rescue me, hold me,
kiss me with your lips.

Make love with me,
And fill me with lost soul,
Touch me where nobody has touched yet.

Make me shiver,
Give me goosebumps,
But don’t leave my side yet.

© Shuhab Abro

If You Want – Poem #7 – (2021)

If you want a lover,
I’ll do anything for you.
And if you want another kind of love,
I’ll kill myself for you.

If you want a writer,
I’ll write books for you.
If you want a poet,
I’ll narrate poems for you.
If you want a love-mate,
I’ll drop everything just to make love.
If you want a boxer,
I’ll step into the ring for you.
And if you want a doctor,
I’ll examine every inch of you.
If you want a driver,
Climb inside my heart.
Or if you want to take me for a ride,
You know you can, ‘coz I’m your man.
If you want a father for your child,
Or only want to walk with me for a while
Across the road, hold my hand.
‘Coz I’m your man!

Oh sweet love, look at the moon!
It’s too bright.
The chain of thoughts,
[you leaving me behind]
It’s too tight.
The beast inside me, won’t go to sleep,
I’ve been running through these
[Promises] to you,
That I made and I could not keep.
But oh sweet love!
Ever a man got a woman back?
Just by begging on his knees?
May be Yes, may be Not!
But I am lost.

© Shuhab Abro

Redemption!

What will come any minute now
So he stays awake, not to miss anything.

What is he waiting for by the way?
He forgot that too along the way.

Walking alone on the empty roads
Hopefully nobody is paying attention.

As he checks his phone again and again
For a missed text or anything else.

Making sure he doesn’t miss the one chance
Of redemption, he begs for in his sleep.

© Shuhab Abro

Lustful?

I never got so hurt
Even when, one of my siblings said
He is a lustful guy.

But I almost died
And sunk in barrage of shame
When you called me a lustful boy.

© Shuhab Abro