The sun showered light
After it hid among the
Clouds of pure fury. ©
Hooded
Your hooded jacket
can’t just veil your mystery
feels like I know you. ©
Baritone
Cloud scrapers seem to block yellow rays
cold pavements with unseen footprints
muted sounds of thudding sprint
without much thought, I follow your way.
Upon entering the usual morning mum,
your baritone voice fills the air
and from that moment on,
I knew you were my pseudo sunshine. ©
Tragic
I know I shouldn’t think of you that much,
but still I do when I’m about to sleep,
I hear your gregarious chatter
even when you’re not around.
I know I shouldn’t steal glances at you that much,
but I do when you’re too busy to notice
when you’re preoccupied with your phone,
and when you’re blessing me with your laugh.
I know this crazy infatuation shouldn’t matter,
But I just can’t help it
You speak to me and I stutter
My brain starts to buffer.
I know seeing you smile at me shouldn’t matter,
But it seems like you were looking beyond me
of course, she’s just behind me
and everything falls down tragically. ©
Accidentally
A joke was released,
You guffawed like a robot
Now, I’m no robot. ©
Ba-bye
Repetitive clicking,
eyes go from left to right
focused on the bright screen
while I try to hide my heart’s internal screams.
Some files are now missing,
but it’s you that I’m missing.
You unabashedly approach the mic,
as you merrily utter, ‘good-bye’.
Partial
Green, fluid-filled shiny balls,
aided with gold spectacles
Blurry sight confused you
So you weren’t sure if that’s the right hall. ©
Unprecedented
Winter clothes seem to hide it all away
But the mutual vibrations can’t be stray
Hushed confession
No progression
Unprecedented desire but there’s no way ©
Umbrella
Shield made of steel blades
Rusty, came from the old times
Tough and pure human ©
Polka-dotted Socks
Gulping down dark red lava
till the sun replaces the moon
Wasting my time lying on this springy sofa
I know my consciousness will leave me soon
I dreamt of falling into a river full of rocks
Never mind if I die without my consent
But then who knew you’d fall for my socks
‘Cause you said they look cute when I’m spent. ©
