"Amma", her voice goes
as she strides barefoot...
She sat beneath
her rose ice-cream tree...
I've waited years for her
in forgotten stations, amidst...
Whenever a heart
bursts asunder...
Looking for inspiration,
my dormant mind declined...
Look at me
in the eye...
Now i lay me down to sleep
If we perished...
I was on my way home
I'd been told not to go alone...
Boys used to grow up to be respectable men
These days some never really mature...
Confusing chemistry, ironic similarities...
What is all this...
Colors on the canvas flying with life,
a drip of depressed blue sploshing on my foot...
One look into your eyes
I become overwhelmed by butterflies...