You thought you had escaped, didn't you? / Outran everything that weighed you down
A quiet, seniority in its touch, / A tenderness that feels like it's meant to last
Sometimes at early dawn / You overpower my eyelids / And won’t let me wake up
Who do I tell, sir? The walls do not listen, The roads do not answer back
When moon fades into dawn and when I pass away with it / Will you think of all that I was?
1 and 3/4 cups of sugar, 2 cups of i-love-you
It is enough— Enough to be here, Beneath the bulb of a wonton shop.
I know of my feeble frame of its graying at the edges.
migratory animal Are you looking for a home?
Your grief rots the decades old paint and the lakhri no one bothered to replace. Even across the road, it reeks of death.
I inhale the luxurious scent / of squelched earth / smoking under the sodden leaves
Echoes of your voice ring in my ears / As the world turns scarlet in front of my eyes
I feel my rage, ma, a living thing;/ A beast, caged, like me
From every direction strong torrents meet Collide, counter, and begrudgingly recede.
All that I’d despicably known / Things I wish I didn’t know–
Skin sticky with perspiration from a long month of June
I skip talking to myself for hours / The “me time”, before going to bed
It was not a question one would ask as he did/ With his round glasses at the end of his nose
i quite like the smell of cloves, even more when they're burning/ turning charcoal in front of my eyes
