She speaks like a morning zephyr—
Whispers in my ears so tender,
Warming my heart to a char like a burning ember.
I’ve become her star, illuminating the dark—
And I’ll guide her to the pillars of galaxies,
Fat beyond the expanse of forever,
If only to taste her lips.

She is a diamond—
Laced with sapphire, ruby,  and emeralds—
All that is precious and earthen.
The very fabrics of life that shine with blinding resplendence,
All that sparkles inside the iris of her beautiful scrying orbs
That pierces me like a pagoda gun, seeing through the holes she creates
My ramparts crumble under the weight of her smile
And I am a stalwart centurion -
I’ll guard her like precious treasure.

This little light of mine.

You are my Precious,
My love towards you is Pious,
My intentions are not malicious,
All I want was to cherish you as glorious.

My thoughts will never be poisonous,
Though there are people various,
I have taken you as a person serious,
Around you I am always curious.

Day by day I am becoming so anxious,
To be part of your life will be fabulous,
I feel being around you is auspicious,
When you are with me, I lose my conscious.

All makes sense and sounds obvious,
We are meant to be not only this but life previous,
If we are together my life will be gracious
My heart for you will always be generous…

By
Sanji-Paul Arvind

Depression can affect you.
When things go against you,
Or they go unexpectedly away,
But don't blow your heart away,
All this is temporary, you know,
When you know, you know,
So, don't cry over things.
However, take care,
If you lose yourself,
You won't know.
It will be known,
To you unknown,
And to the world,
It will be known.
It is the whiskey,
To you, it is risky.
But take care of your liver.
If it fails, after all the abuse,
You wouldn't get your glass,
The Precious Evening Glass.