poems · 7 poems
Something always slips away.
I smoothen…
Rebuke me like the desert rebukes a monsoon,
I’m winter…
I wore my name
until it…
I always thought death would be
this ugly…
“It's not just a glass of water.”
“Search beyond…
consumption fits our hearts like a glove
and we…
Distance between us is not too long,
Your heart…
