Your laugh,
my sigh,
melt away
in the citrus and heat.
The sun beats down
on my back
in undulating waves.
I drink it in,
but it leaves an aftertaste—
unnervingly inevitable.
Soon it’ll be over.
It won’t last…
I know.

But before I leave,
I want to waste
my last days
getting lost
in the haze
of your sun-kissed
summer face

Some people say,
"I wish you were
taller"
Some people say,
"I wish your nose was a
bit bigger."
Some people say,
"I wish your lips were
smaller"
Some people say,
"I wish you were more
creative"
Some people say,
"I wish you were more
Intelligent"


But I say,
"Your Imperfection is also a
perfection for me"

is comfort silence?
is loosing everything silence?
is having money silence?
is happiness silence ?
is death silence?

Deep as the dark,
Life is turning colourless like the sea.
Time is running like light,
The brain not responding—like it's dead.

The silent voice of the cosmos
Feels like destruction.
In this small galaxy, I am just dust.

Whenever I write, the heart says:
"Write a few more words...
Few more...
More...
More...
Infinity."