Remember they're monsters

Not just in theory, but really

It's no longer about the evidence

(If it ever was...)

But a call to collusion

They want you silent

Unless you recite after them

So they can write papers

On pipe dreams

They always say to rest in peace
But I've always wondered
Why we don't live in it too

The dead are dead
And we are living
Why do we save the good stuff when we're disintegrated underground?

Ann Frank was right about flowers
But there's more

Love isn't geometry
There's no need to prove it

Love is only a feeling
You can feel it

in every little gesture.
in every little deed.

in a smile.
in the eyes.

If you were to ask
why I write
so much about love

Well, what can I say -

The Taj Mahal is my inspiration.

If I were to define poetry,
I would say,
Poetry is ‐
The thoughts of our mind ,
The words of our  heart and
The feelings of our soul .
It has a language of its own
through which,
it connects with the world.