Like all the whites and pinks tailing
your heir...

Love me incomplete,
the way I am, otherwise...

Let me be indebted
to your vulnerability...

Let me be indebted
to my depth...

Nothing unjust
is ever erased...

-Why each thing must end?
-For the reason dear, they are...

Is it about my bookshelf
or is it about the depth behind all those books on...

Between now and then
we are forever running...

For years,
you made me carry shame...

It was so beautiful
the bouquet of emotion...

I dreamed of you at nights
I sleepwalked you in daylights...

Butterflies of poetry
forever flutter in their reflections...