voting to break free
from the European's noose...
Indian summers
make us wheeze, cacophonies...
Beautiful Brookside
in all your brown-eyed lovers...
The stretched out time we endure
Is coated in the silence of unspoken words...
When I look at a person
the eyes speak to me...
Desire had been an illness.
For it warped the minds so anchored in make-shift...
Dancing in a crowded room
You beckon me to follow these ritualistic...
Sleeping below my mother's heart
Sucking drops of love coming my way...
We are afraid.
Meaninglessly...
some times she would mumble
some say it was jumble...
A certain button I can't push
mistakes I can't undo...
His and Hers Suits
Wrinkle cascade where her heart used to be...