Dear sister,
The world's a little blue,
Since I haven't talked to you.
Miles keep us apart,
Yet you always keep me in your heart.

Dear sister,
Funny how years brought us closer,
Our friendship bloomed,
Even as our distance grew further.

Dear sister,
We're a world of our own,
A friend unlike any other,
You've always been my protector.

Dear sister,
You've helped me mature,
I may be older,
But you're the reason I've ever really grown.

Dear sister,
It's funny how tradition,
Expects me to protect you,
While the whole world knows,
You hold me like glue.

Dear Tanavi,
You're the hero I always knew,
You hold so many roles,
Your true identity's a secret,
To all but the hopeless few.

No matter the distance,
No matter the roads,
You'll always be more,
Than the world gives you credit for.

Joy to the world,
We've come undone,
A place, to spew, some hate,

To everyone, who isn't one,
Of us or like our race.
Who doesn't have our face.
A different soul, a body not whole.
An alien race.

Joy to the world,
We've come undone,
Where women are percentages.
Their numbers count,
As diversity points,
To make you seem awake.
To actions that still don't change.
To wrongs that need to be addressed.

Joy to the world,
We've come undone,
Where colours are marketing tricks,
The many shades of,
Your Abercrombie jeans,
Not meant for you to wear.
Sold only in neighbourhoods up there.
Your skins just not the right shade.

Joy to the world,
We've come undone,
A place, to spew, some hate,
But we can still,
Make it our own space,
Let's take it back again.
The world is ours to gain.
The young can be the poles.
That don't let greed control.
Say ok boomers go.
Let us be one and whole.

There in the silence,
I heard our favourite song,
The one we played in our last days,
As our breath fogged up the phone.

As it goes,
In the words of the old,
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.

The life of a student,
Is a myriad of problems,
Laundry without quarters,
Tide pods no longer have offers,
Missed the last bus for the night,
So had to walk the two and a half miles,
But all is forgiven, because tonight we sing,
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.

Exam pressure's got you down,
Lack of jobs making you frown,
Too many events to remember,
Even your calendar's out of colours,
Don't freight, don't frown, just sing this all day long,
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.

Down to the last dollar,
Got no date to the winter formal,
Your taste in music is being called out,
Your last tie snapped as you tried to pull it off,
Remember the words, they're hard to forget,
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.

We are in a rush,
An eternal race towards loneliness,
We strive to fight and find ways,
To distance the world around us,
The deafening scream from the shadows,
That becomes the white noise of conversation.

We are the melancholy melody of love in hate,
We are the sirens of youth,
Inflicting metaphorical slashes all over our wrist,
In the hope that our own conscience can hear us again,
That we can find those conversations in our heads,
We had lost a long time ago,
In another life or was it to another life?
Are we real? Or a personality to fit in the perception of reality.
So why are we in a rush?

A little pebble,
Left on the road,
A butterfly flapping,
It's wings alone,
A pubescent dream,
Of a new home,
The smallest things,
Cause the largest storms.

Alone in a fantasy,
Together in hope,
A sheet of paper,
Adorned on my wall,
The scribble of words,
All which seem to be from Rome
Your words like a card,
Poetic and a sonnet ode,
Now read no more,
Than Hallmark's banal prose.

Your three dot symphony,
Made time go slow,
The wait for each letter,
A vivid dream alone,
Saved only by,
The swing of your sword,
A princess on a stead,
Who saved the lonesome ghost.

Memories are demons,
That offer  hope,
Their deafening silence,
Played in every song,
They echo reflections,
Of a time long lost,
They serve as headstones,
To the death of love.

The yellow carpet,
Paves the way,
To the great abode.
As I walk down,
This unfamiliar road,
I now call home.

The song of fall,
A silent beat,
Unheard by most.
The crunch a note,
Of beautiful things,
That help discover the unknown.

Walk with me,
As we set fire,
That's still not as bright as fall.
Walk with me,
As we find our way home,
On the yellow carpet of god.