Glamorous lightweight raindrops from the October sky keep
A star fell on the ground in the windy night
As if playing a game of chess / Still the world waits for the next dawn
Hark! / Busy work of Hands
but i can't. i cannot be bothered to find / meaning behind the faults in my father's eyes
Maa, you are an endless exhibition / of sweet-sour happiness
I heard they are changing the dictionary.
When the streetlights flicker, think of every doe-eyed child that the city swallows
A walkway through the crystal-clear lies
From every direction strong torrents meet Collide, counter, and begrudgingly recede.
All that I’d despicably known / Things I wish I didn’t know–
Skin sticky with perspiration from a long month of June
I skip talking to myself for hours / The “me time”, before going to bed
It was not a question one would ask as he did/ With his round glasses at the end of his nose
i quite like the smell of cloves, even more when they're burning/ turning charcoal in front of my eyes
This is a garden, these are my petals; this is my armoring plant
Shut shut let me shut my eyes, for even though / the dawn confiscating the dusk’s shades of greys arrives, / there is no place for me
Sweat beads upon my brow, my shirt begins to cling/ The vile monster's tendrils reach out, adhesive
I've seen love/ Rolling down from a mother's eyes/ As she picks her lean child, bathed in innocent blood