Green umbrella and amaranth rains,
we were lost in the warmth...
Nah, poetry does not have limits
It’s similar to mathematics...
It seems all these strangers know me.
Maybe this is only a dream...
There is a void inside me because
I want to be more than me...
You
are my...
Oh, my closest friend,
take me back to the heydays of our poetry...
I burn
For you always...
Just shy of
two weeks...
One needs to reflect
into the others to get...
The one Indian
left from all the chiefs is the...
Creativity
Please don’t mind me...
What I miss the most
is finally feeling safe enough...