Boring black blur.

I gave you a flower.

You gave me your heart.

We traded souls then;

together, we made wonderful art.

Late night texts

sticking together

once broken shards.

Words too crazy with no right context to save them;

you alleviated my fears

like the sun does the mist.

I trusted in you to love me ever more

To come over, O lover.

4-leaf clover -

you really weren’t like the others.

To hell with destiny

I don’t concern myself with divinity -

no urges for heaven,

just a moment in your arms.

And I know I have no right

to call you my love

or meri jaan.

But if I were to keep my shoulder

right beside you

would you treat it as a boulder;

or bless it by resting upon it your head?

If we were still lovebirds

I know I’d see your face turn red -

As I’d adapt more flirtatious tones.

Fate forces me to compute

a life without you.

I don’t want to

I want us to be true

What I desire is gone

Like how spring treats the dew;

it is clearer than ever

my life will pass

a boring black blur.