I stole your seat,
you called me "Uncomfortable...
Years ago....
Words would traffic jam within...
I want soft candlelight and deep conversations;
Paired with warm blankets as soft as our laughter...
Want to keep silent,
just to live, but seeing faults...
The sun begins to bow
As the candlelight vigil begins...
somewhere deep under
there’s a poet in me...
It's a little bit scary, in the factory of the...
The kids are 200 years old, and everyone's blurry...
Whenever Eid comes, I remember my father's white...
That worn-out panjabi—how many years old it was...
No substance I ever used was abused,
don’t rewrite it...