Wouldn't it be amazing
If we could just
"Right click -> delete"
The feelings we have
That are bringing us down?
Oh, the heartache
That could be spared.

You take away the pain.
You are the sun in the rain.
A strange girl.
Yes you came into my broken world.
Showed me how to love.
I didn't try to push or shove
You away.
Please I wanted you to stay.
I dream of us
What we could be
Why can't you just love me?

I’m a drunkard for your intoxicating love
I suppose, darling, you have the sweetest lips
Your addicting forms fit me just like a glove
Guises like smoke clouds with catty eyes or hourglass-shaped acid trips


You taste like freshly picked honey suckle
For that, I’ll forgive the tooth marks left on my heart
The pain even makes me laugh, makes me chuckle
Feels like a belt buckle striking the bony tips of a knuckle


Before you start sprinkling sugar atop these ****** wounds
I should start confessing
Darling, I know it’s depressing, but please don’t stop your discipline
I’ve been acting like a naughty boy who’s always breaking his toys

I need to learn my lesson

In your name, my country, I write today
For all the voices that cannot speak
For all the voices that are silenced
For all the wailing children unheard
For the mullahs and the pandits and the priests
For the politicians and the newsmakers
For the consumers and sharers of “news”
For all the women who bleed onto to the dry earth
For all the animals who are tortured
For the weak who toil in the burning sun
For the strong who drive their air-conditioned SUVs
For the singers, poets and artists
For the farmers, masons and carpenters
For the babies who will know only this way
For the old who remember how things were
For the ones caught in between
For the children and women *****
For the rapists drunk on power
For the believers and the non-believers
For all of us and all of them
In your name, my country, I weep
In your name, my country, I hope
In your name, my country, I believe

There was an old man in a Marsh,
Whose manners were futile and harsh;
He sate on a log,
And sang songs to a frog,
That instructive old man in a Marsh.