Showing posts with label Being poetic. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Being poetic. Show all posts

Monday, January 5, 2009

The vision of your face

The vision
of your face
stimulates my hippocampus,
causing recall of past experiences,
stimulating my reward center
producing a sense of well being.
It stimulates my sympathetic system,
releasing epinephrine
and cytokines,
producing asystolies and extra systolies,
giving me skipped beats
with cold clammy skin,
dilated pupils, and
euphoria.
I mean
I miss you.

(I don't need drugs to get high)

A. Shahid (Inspired by a text message)

Saturday, January 3, 2009

Another year

Another year went by,
another story ended.
The same old days,
the same old nights,
empty spaces
haunting darkness
gloomy secrets
futile efforts.
Then another year came
and changed my heart,
changed my direction.

A. Shahid