We were right here billions of years ago,
lost in thought, making love on the same land...

There are mornings
when I wake up...

Your number navigates
amidst my eyes, too familiar, too missed...

This world will not end with
a Big Bang. There...

Touch me,
I am turmuric and lemongrass...

You are waves of guilt,
looking unsullied and sky blue...

Look, the celsius degrees
are sneering at our thirst...

In an air-conditioned,
crowded mall...

Here, the night is calm, Marry.
The masses of stars and clouds are...

Every night, her
nostrils search for...

The curtains took care
of the obtrusive sunrise that crawled...

Yesterday,
a news reporter...