An ice cold heart,
as hard as the rocks...

Dry lonely sidewalks,
winter's lullaby at work...

The day boykeats on tumblr wrote that his god
rested on his teeth the way light rested in the...

march is like a fair maiden in a white sari
constantly asking me to take the first train home...

septemper held the corner of my cotton dress and
whispered to me that she had prepared my...

Evenings like these leave me cold.
The smell of burnt wood and almost summer sits on...

but then
even my Daisies sprouted thorns...

A handful of promises,
assurance all along...

The lights went dimmer and dimmer...
my eyes blindfolded with darkness all around...

26/09/16
...now...

05/07/16
A glimpse at the blue...

the sky is a mulberry pink
with tiny specks of the winter moon...