My head is buried in the sand
As I drown on dry land
The windows are coated in frost
And I am truly lost

Like squeezing and gripping
a handful of sand
Your love dropped through
the crevices unrhymed

Defining our feelings
with each orphaned word
Lost in the random
—abandon of time

(Dreamsleep: December, 2024)

Observe a cup
detailed with Urdu letters
Sitting down
You only understand English.
Concentration
does nothing.
Do you ever find new reasons to try harder?
Understanding
is objective.
Grasp a rose without bleeding,
I found the purpose to watch the blood drip
Pretext before your eyes.
Watch me not clean the floor,
It's all red.
The way it should be.
Try being
happy
Without reason.