come, stay and let's talk. it's a good day to be alive
have you no fear of loneliness?
then perhaps, people shedding is your thing.
shedding away people who don’t
see you as you are,
or do see you as you are,
and choose to severe ties anyways
like a meteor shedding away
impure addendums in stratosphere
gliding ever faster, with an ease,
exploding every second with peace
live your life the way you can
let the stars collide
be that as it may turn into a star
or a black hole engulfing all
12.29.2021
I am running towards you, my dear
through dry and clear
sky of Sahara desert,
through blizzards
of Northeastern
I am fighting, debating,
crying, running,
trying to get to you
as soon as possible
so please wait for me
I am coming for you
from the past to the future
against all of the odds
12.15.2021
can we just pause this world
imagine a world without
a stronger man and a weaker man
and just picture where
we can just talk about the art
of living?
can we push aside this anxiety
and shame of stupidity
and for once, ask the question
what are we all doing here?
so I say, my brother
we hold this glass to
yellow street light
and talk of this woman
we’ll drink to.
12.12.2021
give your love freely
like the tears you shed
isn’t my warmth part of me?
remember that you are loved
12.10.2021
grasping on to fleeting photos
crushing fragments of memories
flowing silky sand in an hourglass
rumbling sound in the far above sky
unquieted prayers of unmet goals
weight pushed onto each foot
gravity of time pulling skin and bones
fleeting worries hung in tree branches
we walk down the path
a narrow path open
in the middle of a wide park
one and only for you
12.6.2021
grasping on to fleeting photos
crushing fragments of memories
flowing silky sand in an hourglass
rumbling sound in the far above sky
unquieted prayers of unmet goals
weight pushed onto each foot
gravity of time pulling skin and bones
fleeting worries hung in tree branches
we walk down the path
a narrow path open
in the middle of a wide park
one and only for you
12.6.2021
let there be love,
not the cheap kind,
but one with freedom
imbued with honey
matured with warmth
of those working arms
let there be love,
not the showy cold one,
but with softness with
likeness of furs of a chubby
white Angora kitty
let there be love.
12.5.2021
do we stab at each other
thirsting for love?
a fresher kind of love,
the lustful look, thrill
of youth, risk, and rich?
in a city of backstabbing,
bats fly about like butterflies
in the dark night sky
luminous with luscious skyscrapers
12.4.2021
in a dark silent corner of a library
a single lamp light is lit.
deadline looms overhead
like an unpaid apartment rent
a heart cannot be jailed by deadlines
so it pumps the blood out to catch up
as golden seconds slip through fingers
madly tap-dancing on a keyboard
11.27.2021
translucent golden liquid
swirls in a thin slim glass
dimmed glow,
sparkling city lights,
marvel in the eyes,
sparks light up in silence
11.25.2021
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