You say I'm childish
For freely professing
All the words that are
Etched on my heart

As if I had any
Other choice but to
Be buried by them

Butter
And
Jam
A
Great
Combo
For
Bread
Suppressing
And
Samalification
A
Great
Com­bo
For
Human
Being
                     - Amisha priya

Sometimes I ask myself —

why people meet,

why feel an instant connection

with a stranger,

why an invisible thread pulls

so strongly?

Is it destiny,

or just random

cosmic events?

it enters like a knife mistaken for a key,
unlocking parts of you that were safer sealed.

it does not knock.

but it breathes against the window pane,
fogging the glass and leaving condensation kisses.

you mistook that presence for something holy,
kneeling. praising. fully devoted.

it builds a fire in the depths of your soul,
a once warming flame has ignited much more.

with the burning ashes raining down,
you cannot drown the memories.

n.h.

If I stare at a wall
long enough,
I lose track of
what it’s for.

Penguins in the abyss
return with fish
to feed their chicks.

Kiss me
before you remember
what I do
for a living.

Wake me for love
when it buries itself
in dirt.

Love me in pieces
like I’m meant
to be shredded.

Let’s go away
to never remember
ourselves and
forget to return.

Someday, I’m going to
let go of
this guy,
brittle leaves and
pancake batter.

If you ever
meet me,
make a fellowship of knuckles
to pay for the party.

Time’s up.
Make nice
and roll over—
Death’s dancing
with you tonight,
darling.