Insecurity
Yes, that is what you bring to me.
I love you
But it does not seem to matter.
It doesn’t rain here.It doesn’t even rain inside.We wait, we keep on waiting.Clouds come, and they go too.We have taught ourselves not to be…
The wind doesn’t tell me anything.Doesn’t whisper in my ears, tales of the distant past…
trees in the distancecan seem like a wallthe bricks around your heartbegin to fall
Inert, the Gulmohur blooms are.Delusions of an insomniac morning.The clouds part to let my…
at times I still wonder,it surfaces like a bobbing appleold, fermented and bitter.
