I remember how we kissed
down there in the street
I remember I did bite your lip
and I lightly touched your ****.

I write - he said
Can I see your poems- I said
I wanted to see him.
I wanted to see the universe.

I check the phone

No message from you

And I wait

I wait

For a vibe

For some color

On these deserted days of mine.

There is only me in the street

On this gray sunday

I feel like a little ball

Forgotten on a corner of the room

Every body has forgotten about it

The child does not want to play.

The room was small;
There was street graffiti on the wall
And a bed next to it;
They were both on the bed
And he was on the top of her;

To her,
It was peculiar with this boy,
She couldn’t stop gazing,
At the face expressions he had.
In the face as he was making his way into her;

She knew,
She would remember this moment;
His ****** expression was dear;
It was as if the waves were splashing,
One by one, against the shore
And made white foam;

His young face was in bliss,
In torment,
In joy,
In ecstasy;
He was stuck in and was suffering, flying;

Humanity might get wiped out of the surface of earth.
And nature wouldn’t care.
It is in its kind to go.
Undisturbed!
Uncaring!
For the infant that helplessly relies on her.
For nature nothing ever begins.
Ever ends!
Ever exists!

It was deep inside the forest,
Most violet underneath the shadow of rocks.
We could not see that flower.