locked down within the constraints of humanness
a sting on the back of my brain...
your intellect! do not insult your self
especially with regard to academic matters...
From an unforgiving sky one day,
The choking dust blew on its way...
God, why do you hate me?
What did I do...
I was smiling at the red sun over the blue sea.
I was watching the waves, rolling linens...
Seeds that sprout and fly in green green gardens
Upheld in hope by summers breeze...
Hush now, Love,
the line is crossed, no more can we go back...
march is like a fair maiden in a white sari
constantly asking me to take the first train home...
He held a gun to my head and I saw the humanity in...
so I forgave him as soon as he lowered the pistol...
Sometimes I think I am a flower
I cannot tell myself apart from one...
The space is as the result of
our disunion...
A book not written
Will never be the same thing...