When you told me you loved me,
I packed your words into a syringe
and injected them into my vein.
They traveled through my blood
into my heart,
my brain,
filling my body with joy;
my senses numb
to the world outside of us.
High on us,
high on your words,
but that high was gone as quickly
as you were.

Why does morning coffee tastes like our bitter yesterdays?
   I added sugar to bring the sweetness back
      while all you do is sugarcoat everything.
            Cigarettes matches  our coffee more than pastry
               maybe we are only destined to be a habit
                     than being a necessity.

AWAITING YOUR RESPONSE

Dear parents n Grandparents we have an important role to play.

Mould tenderly yet firmly, with great care we must, our wet clay.

Inculcate true values in these hearts tender, everyday.

Help the little ones to overcome habits unhealthy n keep vices at bay.

Money is  important, but also remember, most vices therein lay.

Utility correct, of wealth teach them, for them to happy stay.

These are my thoughts, I wanted to share; tell me, what do you have to say ???

Armin Dutia Motashaw