10 am: rise and shine
12 pm: let us dine
3 pm: sweat it out
10 pm: lights out
(repeat)
the clock keeps on ticking
and I'm still here right where I was
after May 27th.

I've grown a year older but
not sure if I'm any wiser.
Still prefers night to day and
sunrise over sunsets.

The 15th of May will be
D-Day
whether I get to fly or fall
from the dream I've been living in
a cycle of waiting
the alarm will blare
                           (soon).

Love the rain
Because when you want to cry, it cries for you.
The sadness that you've been masking with your lessons on optimal economic behavior and historical imagination are soon to be washed away.
Your most vulnerable thoughts:
The way you hate and love being around people
And
How Your desire to be with someone scares the living hell out of you, will be revealed by the rain.
Raw, Grimy, Muddy
No more endless to-do lists
No more dreading Mondays
No more mountain of readings
No more
       No more
No more
Because the pitter patter outside my window lulls my restlessness.
It brings me solace.
That awful things may come but wonderful things will also happen.

I want to paint you
as the night sky
the darkness that is I
illuminated
by indefinite stars,
that is You.

It can't be
not you

I'm not mad
not really

just immensely
disappointed

Why you
out of all of them

I thought you'd
remember

at least
to say it

even if it was
too late.

It started with just a droplet of rain
and the rest was history.
We shared an umbrella
under the raging storm.
We got soaked from head to toe
but who cares
as long as I got to know
the boy with the blue umbrella.
Suddenly feelings rushed in and
my mind was flooded with thoughts of you
I could not help myself
but recall our encounter
that September night because
My god that was beautiful.