Sometimes i find some people like polar bears ,
white angles from outside and black from inside under that kind good smile ,
like that snow fur .

when counsellors did tantrums
I stood there
watching sun and moon getting divided
thought they were inseparable as moon loved sun more than the mist of holy sins ,
but then I got numb when I saw them going away into this whole lot of darkness on separate ways.
that day I learned that love is ivy poison it spares the none .
when it goes , soul burns.

There is a prayer in the wind
that you cannot see
if we close our eyes
would you read it to me ?

There are poems about you , which do not live,
its a sad kind of disguise
but they grew ,
developed body parts ,
bloomed like buds ,
and found their way straight through my summer plumed heart
to write about how it felt when your hands touched me ,
and your arms felt more soothing than the star blue bed I miss home back.
your thoughts are crabbed , creating the sallowness of fear .
the bitter sweet time we spent projects into my little dumb mind ,
then makes my tears like vinegar , or bitter blinking yellow missings .
with forever my lips curving in an arc .
coming of you was not so easy but you made me alive now.