If in between your lips, a butterfly laid still
Still as if your lips were two petals: carmine...

I
Here...

I thought the rain awash inside my heart,
But came a gushing cloud and I did not cry...

“There’s something in the shadows
a light so dim i see...

It wasn't the tides ebbing towards you
nor the winds whistling farewells like gusts...

Nah, poetry does not have limits
It’s similar to mathematics...

I have missed writing... punching, punching keys
in the keyboard as if I was punching a punching...

I wish to draw a line,
not one that divides...

I dream of you when you are far
as some exceptional bright star...

Upon my wake, the sun became a light;
too bright, like fire just fueling a stove...

Fears are vultures in the nights
soaring thirstily, and hungrily...

If I ever was like the grass as green,
And you, as radiant as the sun...