They said,
"The most beautiful art is
looking into someone's eyes
when they talk about the
things they love."
And I said,
"Or looking at someone you love.
Or maybe, just maybe,
by looking at the mirror
is the most beautiful art
anyone should appreciate."

every single day I look up
at the sky for clouds
the nature’s open envelope
blessing serenity to the crowds
every single day I look up
for a thought in my celestial realm
for brief seconds I develop
emotions that overwhelm
one such day I stopped looking
for chaos in time
estranging my friends’ rebuking
like change of words in a rhyme
one such day I stopped looking
to reach people around me
tantamount to fluking
the belief in thee

1.
A certain stasis of shapeless days
backlit a little by obscure sport
leave a lot of room
for double-edged thought

2.
I’ve bought two mandolins
one cut my fingers
the other cast them too fat,
what’s up with that?

There were days
I remembered
To put my heart on my sleeve.

The other days
I hid it
So deep inside my body
I couldn’t find it for myself.

The terror of anyone finding
Me judging me
Seemed to linger in the air
I inhaled.

I saw you
Through the screen
On that second
Why did I think
It was meant to be

Now read from bottom to top.

You **** all your warriors heroes
Die in fire.