When I was a child
tucked in blankets and snuggled in tight
my mother turned on the fan
and my head would race inside.

That drumming twirl
it drove me mad to the edge of quickness
to the point where everything was spinning
like the propeller of that fan.

As if a plane
was flying over my head I shut my eyes
yet the tapping of any movement was a flash
top speed horses in my mind.

Hooves darting for the line
I tossed and screamed for my mother
forcing her to turn it off,
turn off that horrible fan.

I'm used to that device now
I even used to sing into it like a microphone
and that fast pace of the world around me slipped away
and I was normal again.

But then mathematics
drove it back inside my head
and the numbers and equations I couldn't comprehend
messed with my head.

1, 2, 3
4, 5, 6,
7, 8, 9,
10, 11, 12.

The clicking of the calculator
made the teacher's voice loud and like a blur
and everything drove me crazy
my brain not understanding of 1, 2, or 3.

Linear equations
I couldn't read and everything was dizzy
as if in running like silver
spinning like that fan at top speed.

I almost cried
when that speed happened again
when they placed that exam at my hands
and my brain reacted like it did with that fan.

The truth is-
    she really hates men
    wearing shiny glasses
    and boots
    riding on their big bikes
    like Kings of the Road

But everything changed
when she met at an old park,
someone who writes in simple paper
simple words of encouragement
and lessons based on his life

He was wearing shiny glasses
    and boots
    and black hat
    but never rode on a big bike

She loves his works so much-
   simple but elegant
   sometimes hot, sometimes not
   some are with silly things,
   but most are inspiring

His words feed her soul a lot

So if ever he forgets the way
back to that old park
she will search for him
or wait and pray

Only his words feed her soul a lot...

I'm shivering of cold
and I don't know if it's the fan
turned on in my room
or rather
the absence of you

How the **** did you get out of the fanzone so quickly....
That doesn't happen...
You like skipped the friendzone so quick...
God...
Come here you,
Get back to bed...

I’m forever in her shadow, in the darkness I wait,
The situation consumes me, as I'm left to contemplate,

I look exactly like her, in every single way,
I mimic her movements, it’s a game I like to play,

I blend with the darkness, I follow her when she leaves,
I know her every mannerism, I even copy how she breathes,

I will do anything to lie by her side,
As I step from her shadows...no longer will I hide?

She loves me, I know what’s in her head,
As I wait for her to come home..

...and see me in her bed.

It's a relief to know
That on my trip north
I missed most of this summer's heat

But I'm still quite hot
And it's really not
Anywhere near the hottest it'll reach.

You are her favorite ,  her  no.1 poet
She is  your avid fan, your no. 1 admirer
But where are you now, are you hiding
From the one who promised to care forever?