The Connection.

The weather outside your heart is 

moistly raw with ocean of tearsw

whichsaturate all the dry lakes of 

words full of painful verse in one motion. 

The weather outside your heart 

is so bright with flamboyant colors 

which glow like fire, that every people

 the street radiate to blockhead  

the angelic earthborn with their 

grievous task leaving you half dead.

The weather outside your heart is 

satiated with patches of darkest acts 

which spin like hula hoop on loop 

touching your soul as an attack

through some unwanted hoop. 

so to cover all the sins you are 

enwrapped with, will you 

be my blanket? 

so that i can muffle the

weather outside your heart 

with my blanket of arduous flowers 

and well-favoured love 

which was awful and dry. 

let's set once heart on, 

and shape it pleasant and balmy

which will be windy to glorify

on which you can dwell upon,

and you don't need to purify. 

because now the weather outside 

your heart is aesthetically pleasing

after inhaling the essence 

of my blanket as the state of art. 

~Ayesha Khalid