Dear God,
I don't want a zillion cars
I don't even want cafés and bars
All I want is a cosy tight hug from you
All I want from you is
Just turn me into one of these zillion bright stars...

Life is made of mud
Silence is the pottery
Everyone is crying a little inside
Freedom is in chains, no one’s free.

The gloomy gloomy days

Become bloomy bloomy days

When I adjust my eye shades.

Cravings of addictive trance
And pellets of diamonds
Don’t fill me
As much as a nap
between the naked petrichor soil and dancing moon do.

Why should I beg forgiveness from you?
For loving you
More than I loved myself?
For placing your heart
On a higher shelf?

Why should I beg forgiveness from you?
For exposing myself to fire
Of hurts and pains?
For returning to you
Again and again?

Why should I beg forgiveness from you?
For giving you
Just one more chance?
For getting myself ripped apart
In your aggressive lash dance?

Why should I beg forgiveness from you?
For taking your bullets
And suppressing my screams?
For putting your problems
Before my dreams?

Why should I beg forgiveness from you?
For reacting to your bullies,
Sarcasms and manipulations?
For being a listener of your buried pains
Of your past frustrations?

Why should I beg forgiveness from you?
For being vulnerable
For opening myself to you?
For accepting
The monster in you?

Why should I beg forgiveness from you?
When you are the one
Who should be begging forgiveness from me.

In moments when I am dead
When I can’t feel
Floating like a piece of paper
Into walkways and gardens

I get irritated
By people touching me
Talking to me and
Paying attention to me

How do I tell them
That I love them dearly
But I don’t have a drop of love
Left to share with them

For all those who I loved
Left me dry and cold

In these moments
I just want to dip and sleep
In the ocean of solace
And never return from there