i  base  my  worth
off of how my friends
treat  me,  how  many
beers i can drink before
the taste makes me sick,
and how many times i can
dial your old phone number
and listen to a stranger
remind me of how
disconnected
you are.

It was raining yet it was perfect weather; the wind rustling through the trees. I was standing solemnly looking at her hair, which was rambling in the air. It seems wind stopped there momentarily to play with her hair. With which, the struggle, she tried to keep her hair intact with her hands. The sight by the edge of cliff. I see only yellow from that point and I wished to write about her but after a moment I realized that I was so mesmerized by the sight of her struggle with her hair that I don't even bother to look at her face. A faceless Girl.

I've measured her right
Little toe. It's exactly 16mm.
When she grinds her teeth in her
Sleep, just rub her jaw gently.
She'll stop without
Waking up.

If you read to her in bed, she'll
Watch you wide eyed from
Your shoulder; study your features
As you speak.
She'll stop you if you lose her
Between two words she doesn't
Quite understand.
She'll thank you for explaining.
She's worth it.

She's allergic to sugar, dairy, gluten
And eggs. I'll mail you a hundred
Recipes I've created for her.
Tell you all the tricks
So I know she'll eat.
You get used to the hassle.
She's worth it.

She's crazy about cartoons.
Let her watch them; seeing her
Laugh beats the game
Hundredfolds.
She'll love you for letting her
Read for hours and tell you about
The story.
She'll be so beautiful
When concentrating.
Give her space. Yours included.
She's worth it.

Let her grow.
Let her learn in her own time.
Let her be who she is.

She was weaker before me.
Now she's strong enough
To stand up and do the right thing,  
Though both our hearts broke
In the process.

If she goes, let her.
Help her out, send her off
With blessings.
Say to yourself I'd rather see her
Happy without me than
Unhappy here. You'll
Mean it.

You'll cry your eyes out
And scream at the skies. Then
Thank God for every minute
You spent as her man.
They were worth it.

Cords of neck grows tighter
as head becomes heavier,
standing upfront, facing, pool
of black head - class.

Those eyes keeps on
staring as on naked body,
Those mouths keeps on
murmuring as a child baby.

And yet I didn’t lose to wear
a folly smile in gloomy light.

Once bluey-green foliage was
chirping in cold breeze just like
I am shrieking, internally,when
I lose my cold chord in middle.

Now, tree stand near
window, with open brown
hand under soggy blue sky.
All green gone.

Those brown hand become
stiffer in cold breeze.
Awaiting for autumn to
cherry blossom.

As I am dying for this
period to over,
where I stand frozen
under black shadow.

An imbecile
Knows their limitations
Often
As a cantor
Of the ancient rites.

i have
Released
No spells
In the measures
And cuffs
Of my simple suppleness.

Once  i whispered a chant
And as a result
A family
Of sparrows took
Up a  nest
In my unartful throat.

Throat singing--
My ears
No longer hear
The notes
Of the stars.
Only
My heart
Is luminous
With the beats
With the chirps
Of those beings
Who disturb our sleep
With simple sublimity,
Of inward infinities
Of words.