Ayrin

There\'s not much to say
i guess when you try to write in Sanskrit
using a bunch of hooplas in a liquid
space called heart

there\'s not much to smile
well if you live in a tropical crazed land
and you write poems while
dirtying your feet and hands

i guess i\'m a quixotE
with a capital E colored blue
black in simmetrical compassion
of a sapien, oh i well
tried to c

well i met her
right place, just just wrong time
well eh, aside that she\'s
watyou call this, a celeb-look alike

(which is not at all a factor to me)
she had those uephoric unconvinced eyes you\'ll ever c
and that alone sent me

wide awake in my already insomniac nights
well look how my poems read
this is the effect of being

mesmerized by an urvan goddess
whose kick-ass attitude never
fails to impress the shakespear
inside me

eh
why write this anyway
i dunno

perhaps smitten is just an
understatement