What does your silence taste like?
If distance was a melody how would it sound?
Do you also wish to unlock the doors inside your own mind
And release yourself from that airless prison?

If I told you my mind feels empty
And words lost their meaning
Would you relate?
Would you ask me a trivial question?
Only to break the wall

our existence
is placed in such an awkward position.
you never look at yourself,
until other people truly see you.
your mothers gleaming eyes sink your heart,
as you stand with your head held to the kitchen counter.
you suddenly feel like a stranger, in your own home
in such an awkward position.
standing in front of bathroom doors that have lit bombs, wounded many.
you stand suddenly as a criminal
in the middle of an awkward position.
having to correct someone when they use the wrong pronouns and you're heart races and the only thing your existence feels
is awkward.
life in the middle of a political battlefield
is drafting dysphoria between sides of yourself.
but,
someday you will find yourself in the lines of someone else's hands.
beauty is reflected in her eyes when she looks at you.
as we lay curled together,
neck bent, and limbs unendingly tangled,
I have never been happier
in such
awkward positions.

I would want nothing more,

Than to hear you knocking at my door,

You want nothing to do with me I'm sure.




I cant get you out of my head,

I lie alone, awake in bed,

I can don't know what to do instead.




There is only one of you,

And one of me,

I thought we fit together perfectly.




My edges were too rough,

My heart was too tough,

My love wasn't enough.




I don't blame you for the pain,

I remember that day it rained,

When I scooted to my left and you to your right,

But now I cry at night.

Far way on a Banyan tree
Feeding her little ones three
With a wish to see them grow
The Mother feeds crow crow
Knowing that one day they will flee
Through her chimney's upper opening
Mili, see this happening
With a flow through her cheeks
The Mother feels bleak bleak
Mourning of her forlorn living

When the wind clears the murky haze
That has clouded my eyes for a thousand days
Keeping me chained and confoundedly dazed
I'll emerge freed from the tortured craze
Under the most cloudless sky the sun ever raised
To see my direction lit in the rays



Let's hope this self-reflection stays