Beautiful Brookside
in all your brown-eyed lovers...
When I look at a person
the eyes speak to me...
Desire had been an illness.
For it warped the minds so anchored in make-shift...
Sleeping below my mother's heart
Sucking drops of love coming my way...
We are afraid.
Meaninglessly...
some times she would mumble
some say it was jumble...
A certain button I can't push
mistakes I can't undo...
His and Hers Suits
Wrinkle cascade where her heart used to be...
This world is such a crazy place,
It's amazing we survive...
To see her now is such a big contrast
Since many a year have long ago passed...
What can I do?
What can I say...
Samee, a great Gal!
The Movie we saw, was not one you would ask to see...