At the end of the day, we are all made the same. The same opaque bones than turn translucent, the same neuron structures and the same moonlight, pale and rough. I might speak to you again but definitely not now. It’s not the right time to debate our odds. When…



The Poet and her Lover

Would you want to have something deep

With someone so shallow

I lack the basic traits you need

Yet I move along with you

I cannot bare to look past this moment

When I wouldn’t call you my own

We are strangers even while waking…




There’s a million version of the emotions I feel

On a daily count I count till three

Till there is no longer a craving for a better life

Till am satisfied with what I have

I get overwhelmed faster than hurricanes could pass

Swift like winds falling from mass