We were right here billions of years ago,
lost in thought, making love on the same land...

You're such a
pampered star...

Your number navigates
amidst my eyes, too familiar, too missed...

You are waves of guilt,
looking unsullied and sky blue...

This world will not end with
a Big Bang. There...

Every night, her
nostrils search for...

He grabbed his notes from
the underground, fingers brushing...

Look, the celsius degrees
are sneering at our thirst...

In an air-conditioned,
crowded mall...

You stare at the laundry,
touch the walls...

Here, the night is calm, Marry.
The masses of stars and clouds are...

Touch me,
I am turmuric and lemongrass...