Cactus Blood

In depths of the valley of the soul

Where the stream of thoughts fiercely flows,

An untamed spirit magnificently roams.

She has never been 

The world’s most favorite girl. 

And neither did she aim

For being the dearest one.

They search for her in gardens 

Full of exquisite roses.

Barely do they know her,

For she belongs to rocky hillsides,

Throughout the desert,

In barren washes.

Don’t come closer,

For you’ll bleed.

Her flowers are prickles,

That you don’t desire.

Inside her veins,

Run the Cactus Blood.

She retains an aura, 

Of mystery and love.

So beautiful

And so full of spines.

Her language is that of

Thorns and spikes. 

She creates a beauty

Of another kind.

A sharp, piercing side of dreams 

Beyond the moonlight. 

Strong and fierce,

She knows how to survive the rough.

Powerful as the ocean,

All about gales and storms.

Crowned with flames, 

Under the tubercular sky,

She burns brighter than the sun.  

Just like Phoenix,

She’s burning to ignite.

Stars in her eyes, 

And an aspiration to soar.

She speaks to the moon, 

And crave passion, 

Lives with a heart 

That’s wide-open. 

She wears her heart 

On her sleeves too. 

Often told she’s a lot to take, 

But taming her spirit is something

No one is capable to do.

She is a gypsy, 

The wildest soul.

And the rare ones, 

Are not supposed to fit in a role.   

The finest things are always,

Stubborn, uncontrollable, and free.

Her chaotic being,

Is her deepest truth

A grand expression

And her highest love.

The essence of rebellion,

You cannot contain her.

She never regrets 

The most arduous paths she set.  


And yet nothing at all.


But still an empty soul.

She is Wilderness,

Engrossed in the spirit of a girl.


– By Maroof

Fairy-tale Bliss

He is the dragon‘s blood,

The color of fathomless Fire,

Can’t be ruled over.

An enigmatic male,

He takes pride in all that’s part of his being.

Lives life like a king,

Boldly and lavishly.

Want nothing but the best,

That life has in it.

Never hesitate to boast,

Shows off all his prized possessions.

Everything has to be,

Larger than life.

Not superficial & shallow,

But a daring & fearless king.

So shall he be,

In his demeanor.

On the contrary.

She belongs to the lineage of mermaids,

All shades of wild Water.

Stronger than she appears,

Powerfully unrestrained.

An enchantress,

beautiful dream.

She is gentle,

A sensitive being.

Filled with love,

Selflessness & compassion.

Take pleasure in fulfilling the needs of others,

Rather than focusing on herself.

She has a savior’s mentality,

Believe in kindness,

But also knows how to combat. 

Lives in the world of dreams & fairy tales,

Believing in true love’s first kiss,

And a happily ever after.

Both nowhere close to each other,

In terms of attitude toward life.

Her aloofness makes men,

Leave the road leading towards her.

But a lion that he is,

Enjoy the challenges.

She’s to him,

Like catnip to a cat.

Her innocenceintelligence & the whole dreaminess,

In her demeanor enchants him instantly.

She’s also swept off by his charm,

His larger than life character.

He enjoys being praised & honored like a king,

And she does so out of pure love.

She loves talking about her dreams & fantasies,

While he shows her ways, those desires can be fulfilled.

He tends to get offended quickly,

Refusing to bend or adjust.

With her gentle and sweet talks & tactics,

She converts his roar into affectionate purrs.

She enjoys his smiles,

And the way he communicates.

He is stone fixed,

And she fits perfectly,

To the container, she’s poured in.

Both quite unpredictable in their natures,

But die-hard romantics.

Enjoy sunsets together,

Fill the void in the lives of one another.

They bring out the best in each other,

Like nobody else ever did.

They see the world in the same light, 

Of a newly risen sun,

The fiery king of the jungle,

Found his queen in an empress of deep seas.

A fairy-tale royal union,

Of the rulers of different mediums.


By Maroof


A soul – tremendously resilient,

Display of fireworks above the town.

The world shatters everyone,

But graciously your heart holds,

Its shattered pieces – close.

Darling! You are poetry,

A beautifully concealed tragedy.

Two eyes glaring,

Like the sun giving out its fierce heat.

So young & ferocious,

A string of personal disasters.

As if within you,

Is a ball of burning fire.

Or underneath your surface,

The moon dwells.

A spectrum of impossible colors,

Is spotted in your rainbow.

Walked the road,

Full of thorns & spikes.

A highway,

That leads to glory & might.

Mindful of the rocks you climbed,

To get to the end of the trail & rise.

The wars you fought,

And never spoke about.

Those silent screams,

No one could hear out.

Played your heartfelt melodies,

By the edge of the roughest seas.

Your pain reshaped you – magnificently,

The most exquisite kind of agony.

For nothing can hold a rebellious mind,

From breaking the shackles & being set free.

Precious works of art,

A valuable antique.

The rarest wildflower discovered,

Verily, you are a Desert Rose.

-By Maroof

Beautiful Herculean Monster

A vibe that attracts like a magnet,

An aura warning to stay far away from her.

The red rose for love triumphant,

Her madness is lethal.

Besides a gentler crest like a rose petal,

The core is as hard as a rock.

Her passions burn with intensity,

Stronger than a thousand suns.

Those eyes are flames of fire,

Word the firestones.

Beyond your reach,

Her dreams ignited a new fury within her.

Transcending the continent of reality,

Oceans of her imagination flow.

She recognizes no other beat to dance on,

Except for the one, she created on her own.

Her mind – a boundless ocean,

Both wild and calm.

She swims at such a great depth,

That shallow ones have never known.

Her heart – an eternal wildfire,

Beauty and danger merged.

Fierce and uncontrollable,

Hurdles possess no power over her.

A woman who loves every breath she takes,

Stay uncrushed in the fiercest battle.

Fearless – She is unafraid of fall,

She felt the ground in the past & rose.

From wrestling alone with her demons,

To conquering them & healing her soul,

She grew wings that sparkle bright wonders,

A million times stronger than before.

Needs no man to save her,

She’s a complete military alone.

No longer does she desire to be adored,

Wears her wildness as the most precious jewel.

A blazing fire,

She makes the brightest flames.

Has no fear of rough seas,

She sings on the breath of a storm.

A frightening riddle,

An intriguing truth.

Art of fearlessness she learnt,

Her soul is now free to soar.

Head of a rebellion,

The diamond in the rough.

Back in all her glory,

The lady of fire & thorns.

Darling! She’s a hybrid,

Beautiful Herculean Monster.

– By Maroof


Distance and a fonder heart,

Missing a piece you fall apart.

Running in disorderliness,

Searching for an identical.

Life’s stress & love’s a struggle,

How am I going to make it?

I always do,

I’m just not always the same after.

Like a phoenix,

Inevitably I become new.

“A treacherous myth,

Or a beautiful reality?”

Person standing in the mirror asked me,

“What possibly are you?”

Volcanoes of my emotions never erupt,

The lava stays frozen in my mind.

Tornadoes of my feelings keep swirling inside,

The damage they does is never displayed outside.

Within me I hold,

Power of an entire universe.

I don’t burn with flames of fire,

My flames are all cold ice.

Dressed like snow,

Flawlessly cold,

I freeze and burn,

I burn better and colder.

You can not keep the chill away,

From the heart of Winter,

Until you’re worth melting for,

And the change of mind.

You would not have ever known,

That ice can take all shades of blue.

My stubborn heart has to argue,

With my obstinate mind,

Every time it wants to beat.

A walking talking paradox,

An eradicating variety.

Not a puzzle left to be solved,

Just can’t be devoured in one go.

To gain this magnificent demeanor,

I have evolved a thousand times.

In misery and ecstasy,

Both at the same time.

I am exotic – A pure enigma,

Of an untold story,

An undiscovered era.

My breaking is my becoming,

This truth keeps me alive.


– By Maroof


Sometimes I am a mess,

Too complicated to express,

Unable to decompress,

At such times my love! I want you there,

To untangle myself.

Everyone can read the lips,

I want you to read my eyes.

See when I am holding back my tears,

And trying to stay strong.

I want you to understand that I’m a puzzle,

And to differentiate my smiles.

So, that when everyone is fooled,

You won’t be among them.

I have a fear of attachment,

A fear powerful and true.

For holding on tightly to ashes,

Is something I would do?

At such times my love! I want you to remind me,

I won’t regret holding onto you.

Sometimes I’m too suffocated,

That it gets hard for me to breathe.

Thinking about all my mind holds dear,

Stressing all night long.

I am a tough individual,

I know how to handle things on my own.

But I want you to read my thoughts,

When I can’t express myself.

Before anger, fear, madness consumes me,

Remind me who I am.

I want you to see through the mask I put on,

A mask to dodge the world,

When everything goes wrong.

I keep my weaknesses well hidden,

And my strengths are all I ever show,

I want you to realize that I do this to save my soul.

I have a fear of betrayal,

A fear so genuine and strong.

My loved ones always shatter my trust,

You are different how would I confirm?

At such times my love! I want you to make me believe,

Your love for me will not change with changing weather.

Sometimes I am so scared,

It gets hard for me to move.

I hate darkness all over,

But at times I fear the lighted rooms.

I am courageous and brave enough.

I can fight my battles alone.

Asking for help – I dislike,

It makes me feel less strong.

When I push you further away,

And  you see me about to reach the bottom,

Pull me even closer then before.

Give me your hand, rescue me before I’m lost.

Show me my light,

Pull me out of the dark.

I have a fear of containment,

A fear that won’t go.

Caging a bird that flies up high?

Killing it – is all that would do.

At such times my love! I want you to assure me,

My freedom will never be taken away by you.

In contrast to this,

There is another side to me.

I am the girl who will stand on a table,

And sing at the top of my lungs on the highway.

And act like a chicken or quail or velociraptor,

Or nuzzle your face like a lion to make a point.

I am the girl who will talk about science,

And music and theology and history.

And point out constellations, laughing,

When you don’t know the big dipper’s name.

I am the girl who will make witty references,

To classic literature and science fiction.

And will tell you stories of how I once,

Made a gingerbread replica of a lighthouse.

I am the girl who will point out your flaws,

And take you outside to see the stars.

And remind you how human you are,

And what a wonderful thing that is to be.

I am not good at being quiet,

Because that’s not who I am.

I am not the sweet girl,

Who will leave you with a smile,

And a touch,

And a glance,

Or a single word.

There is nothing of this fashion of romance,

About me.

And if you can’t love all of my colors, honey,

How would we last long?

But if I am your rainbow,

I’ll show you how beautiful all these colors can be.

I’ll be your mess, you be mine,

That would be a perfect deal to sign.


-By Maroof

Shades of Aquatic

Much like god of seas-Poseidon,

I am bold & I am valiant.

This place is so unfamiliar,

As if I never belonged here.

I run all around the land,

Seeking for an identity. 

I feel like I live in a jungle,

But my home is a limitless sea.

I walk through woods pale olive green,

With a heart that is all shades of aquatic.

I think I must be a mermaid,

Wildness of waters run deep within me.

Untamed, majestic & free,

Like waters I have no boundaries.

I am not afraid of intensities,

Shallow is what haunts me.

These lands are all large detention centers,

But no one can restrain the Sea.

Need to explore its mysterious infinity,

A tonic of watery wild affinity.

It is life, 

And a way of life. 

It is hidden depths,

It is unconscious minds. 

It is hopes and dreams,

Fears and shadows.

It reflects deepest urges,

Of our senses & psyche.

It is the archetypal life,

Giver but can also take one.

It is dangerous and unpredictable, 

Powerful and fathomless.

It can be still, calm and serene,

It can be peaceful and embracing.

It’s can be dwelling place of monsters,

Or inside it you can find mystical creatures.

It can give access to unknown worlds,

There can be places of transformation.

It is a soul’s awakening,

It is a holy cleansing.

It is an irresistible force,

It will plunge through deep ravines and spread over.

I hear it roaring like enraged beast,

It’s calling over – no one can stop me.

A tiny drizzle today,

Tomorrow will be a Wild Sea.


– By Maroof


Mortals always complained,

“She’s wild,

She can’t be tamed.”

They say I am not from,

Same place as the rest of them.

They call it being born wrong,

What I recognize as “Born strong.”

Every word I utter, to them

Is a Rebellion.

They live Merely to please,

But I can’t dance on their beats.

A soul not scared of being on her own,

Just like an Eagle, I don’t fly in flock.

I’d rather fight the current,

Than going with flow of society.

Wandering around like a gypsy,

Designer of my own destiny.

I am the stormy Sea,

Nobody retains me.

I’m vulnerable as all hearts are,

Yet savage & free,

And can handle a few scars.

Silence consistently baffles me,

The noise is how I breath.

Don’t tell me who I can be,

Cause’ this loud & messy version is the real me.

Woman with walls as high as mountains,

But love as deep as the ocean.

Protecting myself is in the reach of my arms,

I am a one-woman army.

I don’t consider them my rivals,

A fierce woman takes her own directions.

Yes, my life is a conquest,

It’s always me against me.

Who understands me well enough to define my Legacy?

No one else but I.

The wars I fought, most internal,

The ones I battled trying to fit in the world.

Those inner defeats and the victories,

Who else tasted but I.

Not that old cliché,

I am a rare type.

So far I’ve had no complaints,

Great spirits always encountered opposition,

From mediocre brains.


-By Maroof

Roots of a woman

Oh daughters of Eve! have you forgotten who you are?

What you’re here for and why you have come so far?

Take a second to reflect on how deep your purpose goes,

You were admired back then as Goddesses.

The Creators of life,

Connected to magical Moon by your cycles.

Protectors of the kingdom,

Voice of your people.

Kings protected & avenged,

Queens were their conscience & council,

Awaken your royal,

Your revival is essential.

You were sent to give him life,

Save his life, enhance his life.

Advise his ego to see the heart,

Feminine life with purpose,

The revolutionary ones,

Having an impact on nations.

You are destined to be revered for your kind heart,

Gifts of life, intuition & foresight,

Yet you twerk for applause?

Don’t remember chronicles of your mighty cause?

Make him bow down in reverence,

Due to the beautiful essence,

Of your heart, soul and mental capacity,

Not through the movement of your body.

You have been proved as leaders & lovers, Stand up,

True goddesses fought their way back up.

You need to get again,

The glory you once attained.

Be the fire,

Feared but never afraid.

Earn it,

Don’t demanded it.

Never forget how vital you are as a human,

Don’t forget your roots as a woman.


– By Maroof



walk into the world with love limb first,

Unaware of the fact that what’s waiting ahead is worst.

try protecting people,

Not knowing I am the one who’s unsafe.

You misbehave when your anger overtakes,

And I blame myself for your mistakes.

You stab me with a sharp knife,

Then say my wounds aren’t greater than yours,

So I shouldn’t cry.

I burn to death in the fires you start,

Getting third degree burns still manage to forgive you with my whole heart.

Yet you complain you needed me,

Furthermore, that I was selfish for not being there at that time.

Ignoring that I haven’t fully recovered the damage you made,

I head up to your aid.

Begging your pardon for being late,

Forgetting that I am badly bleeding and you are not so affectionate.

You haunt me,

With your merciless taunts.

You play with my mind,

You know how to make a kind heart feel terrible for mistakes they haven’t made.

That’s the thing about us innocent ones,

We get hurt yet apologize to others for wrongs they’d done to us.

It’s easy for you to make us feel like criminals,

Because we are too innocent to understand we were the ones shot by your guns.

But I do unto others as I‘d have them do to me,

Hence, you’ll never find me crossing someone’s boundaries.

As a return gift of caring about others, I get huge pains,

To heal then I isolate myself & step back into the world with my spirits high again.

Assuming that maybe things will change this time,

Oh! No no no, my child,

It’s a clever world that will make you suffer in its regime.

Innocence kills,

In a world like this.

Change yourself, my dear,

There’s no place for your innocence here.

By Maroof

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