Kash Baloch — Poetry on Identity, Love, and Survival

Treaded through the darkness, and made it through the storms, as we encountered deserts, that threatened to ruin us from their warmth. The hurricanes between us ebbed and flowed until our boat was rocked, earthquakes created chasms of distance, as if our success were blocked. Tsunamis ripped apart our cities, and pirates tried to force us to abandon ship, causing me to question whether we were well enough equipped. Tidal waves rose and washed their victims ashore, yet somehow we managed to survive the subzero temperatures of our very own cold war. While it was calm, and through the rain, I saw you standing there, looking vulnerable once again. I asked myself if I was ready for another round, surprised myself when I found that I still had the strength to pursue this love that is profound. Without fail, and devoid of a single doubt within my mind, I knew I could not let go, as our love turned out to be one of a kind. Who else was I to talk to when my smile began to f...

I pick up the pieces that line the shores of the beaches of our love that will linger forevermore. Your eyes filled with sadness from the tears I made you cry, the same tears that drowned me, and made me choke at night. The hardest part was finding you, my soul's kindred mate, only to reap the consequences from the damage I caused that ultimately sealed our fate. As the master of my domain, I longed to right my wrongs, to make you feel the rhythm, and the lyrics of my heart's song. In you, I saw a future filled with fortune, fame, and fun; as my soul's cries resonated, telling me you are the one. The one to make my puzzle whole, your wishes, my command, as you make my bells endlessly toll, follow me to the promised land. On our magic carpet ride, we somehow lost our way, forced to land, and separate, until we meet one another halfway. From this day forth, I promise to only put smiles on your face, and if you feel restless or afraid, I will rescue you, an...

All this loneliness has always been a friend of mine, as I let go of my mother’s hand, and assumed my future would be fine. I locked the doors to my heart, saved the key for another start, watched you walk away after making your mark, then gave my ticket away and prepared to disembark. Critical until the bitter end, the shadows even taunt me proving that freedom is just around the bend, easy to comprehend, but difficult to apply, with a sigh I let it out, and spread my wings, ready to transcend. Ignored, and defeated, my army’s ego takes a beating, as my heart’s ripped out of my chest, and like a hemophiliac, I am left bleeding. Cries of confusion cajole coarsely through the air, barricading beauty from the beast that was barely there. Antagonistic anarchy aims to arrive to no avail, as I am all that I can be, an adventurer in search of the holy grail. I nurtured the seed of love, hoped to watch it grow before it went stale, only to be forced to accept that the hear...