that sense of alignment
and the feelings of fatigue
has somehow formed
this new thrilling identity inside
every single one of us
it’s unduly
penetrating and intensive
how such psyche had to be picked up
from many of life’s shot at us
and we still got to learn and love fearlessly
at every single shred of our becoming

-a.

every drop of rain seems to etch
a wild, shivery thing to my flawed soul
every time
they hit our battle land head-on
there’s just something about
their comeback
that somehow seems to beget another
sort of a new, irresistible aura
it’s like holding onto a new weapon
that has a certain smell
which I think
you’ll enjoy
the same kind of keenness too

-a.

I remember coming
into a deep contemplation one night
after a hard, drainy day of work
we sat along the bank of clouds    
pulling our skin to one another’s heat,
and I recall asking,
“Do you think the stars will adore us?”

you said,
“The stars will,
for they love the lovers,
the deranged, the misfits, the fighters,”

“And which of them all you think is us?”

subsequently,
the night softly stirred, sinking us in
and we found the click
as soon as our lips settle

-a.

I’ve let thoughts of you visit
a little too often
and they still speak to me
like it was just yesterday
we slept with soft whispers of
“I love you’s”
waltzing our hearts away
to the quietest part
of the moon

-a.

it wasn’t until that very night,
my wounds and scars finally learned
how to sit in comfort,
pressed against your skin
like dry, cold petals
and just watching the chaosity
from the melancholic stars,
passing through the dead of night
to such euphonious melody
has swept our hearts completely
to settle for more of nights like this

-a.

we picked out certain ill truths
that we could never speak enough of
we looked for better ways
to undo what we are not
we sort of became
the sick, godawful version of ourselves amidst
all other demons that,
more often than not
the same trigger they try to pull from us
made our waking constantly seems
a little dead

-a.

sometime or other,
all these young savages
will soon be told
to choose their war buddies very wisely
either their head or their heart,
we’ll never know
till the harshest truth sets in
the gut, the mind,
will be triggered then,
shaking one’s soul into oblivion
on who’ll set the other on fire headfirst

-a.