Kash Baloch — Poetry on Identity, Love, and Survival

Time stands still, and for the longest moment I look into your eyes in which I see reflected the most magnificent sunrise. Reds dance with flecks of yellows, and golden ember hues, as you wash over me in waves, your music takes away the blues. The radiance you emanate feels greater than the sun, your heatwave encompasses me, you just might be the one. My glass heart is known to shatter at the slightest indiscrepancy, so take me in your arms, as we swim together under the sea. I will be your orchestra, conduct me as you please, just as long as you promise to continue to soothe me like the summer's sultry breeze. I want to do with you what spring does to the cherry trees, cleanse me, make me blossom, and come give me my release. In return, I will provide you with my shoulder when you are sad and down, and assist you gain your balance in order to find solid ground. It has been way too long since someone else has also seen my worth, your eyes make my world go round, you are qui...

I may not have the nicest house, or the prettiest car, but one thing I know is that I have the kindest heart. Money might make you shine, and then glisten but if you silence the corporate slave within you long enough to just listen. You will see the beauty that surrounds you, each and every day; from the flowers that blossom without fail, and the skies that switch from blue to black to grey. The world is your oyster yet you choose to defile its worth, as you tear down the rainforests with vehicles that further pollute the Earth. Your oil spill may be your thrill, but it washes over me, blackens my body, and feels just like a pill. The kind that you swallow and makes you instantly sick, the type that was manufactured just to give you the intellect of a brick. They keep you supressed, opressed, and deranged, as the chemicals, and endorphins within your brain are rearranged. Estranged now, that you have joined the ranks of the rest, jaded and confused, as you continue your quest. H...

Once as chaste as a newborn lamb, temptation became my test, although I failed the exam, and joined the ranks of the rancorous rest. I could have had it all, as I set fire to the rain, if only I had the effort within me, to rise from the ashes once again. How does one get closure when their heart refuses to close? After all the words I should never have uttered escalated into blows? The cowardice within me was what prevented this man from being more than just a mouse, as we could have made a home together, but were barely even left with just a house. My cries, and pleas are drowned out by the sirens of defeat, as I left you bruised, and broken, careening wildly through the streets. Your smile was enough to light the city for a week, yet your silence resulted in me feeling like I had my tongue inside my cheek. Meek, and morbid is the aftermath of this man that was once a lion, our civilization could have been more illustrious than the Mayans. Yet instead we lost it all, traded i...

One last look at you, as my face filled with disgust; your pathetic lust, and inability to be alone, turned your body into rust. You feign happiness, as you walk around acting oblivious, ignorant, and hideous, yet you're really not all that mysterious. To the untrained eye, you may seem like a prize, but intelligent minds can see that you are really just disguised. Like the beast in beauty's clothing, your packaging was more appealing than your fruit. If you dare to look this way one more time, you will surely get the boot from my abundant loot. Concealed within a web of lies, you naively assumed that happiness could only come from another's eyes. Rotten, barren, and bare, your skin will one day hang from your bones like your mother's stringy, foul-smelling hair. Pull out a chair, and watch me some more, as you emulate my persona, until you cannot find yourself anymore. You may think you have it all, and that the wonders of the world reside within you, but your ...

Caught in a whirlwind of emotions as I race to reach the finish line, like some rivers lead to oceans, mine only seemed to lead me to landmines. Maligned, and derailed for the path that I have chosen, I will smarten up, and focus, as my heart thaws out, no longer frozen. I wash the tears away, as I record them while they circle the drain, one's train needs to get wrecked, in order to be whole again. Born again, revived, as I vow to return to being my own best friend. Half my life was spent in the shadows with the deranged, rearranged until my world was in disarray, and no longer looked the same. Tricked myself once, shame on me, fooled me twice, then drowned myself in a lake filled with my own self-pitying misery. I could either go through the motions or force myself to stay devoted, my future was once so bright, and then it just started to seem like it had been aborted. Short-circuited, won't function anymore, as I was tomorrow's child, then started to become yesterday...