I keep pretending that you don’t want me,

Because that would be a reason to stay.

So if I find a reason to leave, I’ll be gone

By golden hour, without a message or note,

Without even any goodbyes.

It's meaningless
yet, I am still here,
drinking water,
waiting on calls,
watching the sky.

Yes
The universe is indifferent.
and also- I miss my dog.
She would wait for me
and not ask why we're here.

nothing is certain
and also-
Sunlight moves across the floor
like it has somewhere to be
and for a moment,
so do i.

The shadow of the aloe plant
Is as still as the sunlight
That crawls along the wall.

The wind was a delicate caress,
Like tiny jets of zephyrs gently brushing against the branches.
It was so subtle that the nimble verdant limbs trembled in response,
Mimicking the soothing sound of a seashore.
Just step onto the deck and close your eyes,
And let the warmth of the sun envelop you like a long-awaited hug.
Its light kisses your pale skin, infused with melanin, 

And toasts you to a perfect shade of cinnamon.

You can feel the excitement of vacation coursing through your veins,
Rising and falling with each breath.
If you..shhh, calm down, and relax,
You can experience the weightlessness of shedding a world’s burden from your stubborn shoulders.
There’s life in this moment, even in the comfort of your own backyard.

Listen to the songbirds’ cheerful chirps
And the playful chatter of chipmunks scurrying along.
But resist the urge to open your eyes and embrace the present moment.
Live in a dreamlike state, where you can savor the taste of freedom.
How it tastes like silk and watermelon, or lemon lime, sublime
This moment has the power to transform your life,
Banishing the harmful cancers of sadness that have plagued you.
No more today, when you bask in the sun’s rays, feeling a renewed pep in your step
And confidence in your sway.
As the day unfolds, the rain clouds may roll in tomorrow, but not today.

Bright pink clouds, Sun’s dying breath.
A final push, and a final shot.
Climbing the sky, an indigo depth.
A daily war, and a nightly loss.
Full darkness now, no moon tonight.
A devastating defeat, life on its knees.
Hours and hours, no natural light.
Still life continues, the bugs and the trees.
A brightening starts, to gray from black.
A new day, a new battle.
Rising sun peeks above and starts to attack.
We wait now, in bright blue, for its next death rattle.

There once was a man from Mumbai
Whose face had the laziest eye:
     It opened at noon
     While the other as soon
As the sun rose was focused and spry.

I see her in smiles of the living room fens,
When sunlight hits wet on the mire.
Between the waves that lick the bights,
On the steeps of the fjords as sound.
In the vibrations of breezes on stamens,
Like a gentle resonance of pollen on pistils.
In the currents of a universe as a celestial,
Through these fluctuations as mysteries.
Deep out like some starry cosmos,
Far out like some alien culture.
On proverbial outskirts as hypothetical fringes,
As like waterfalls after rains have swelled.
By the puddles stirred together as unison,
In the droplets as ink splatters join paper.
Moon sets as like blues jazz records end,
On mornings mist full as classical pieces.
Like indescribable ideas as beautiful emotions,
When pebbles fall as sand by the ocean.
As worlds collide like harp concertos,
Through chords of movement as cell division.
For like den to hare as ribs to hearts,
Like mind to matter as sight for hawk.

Music of life,
How I long to sing with you
Into eternity & for perpetuity.
What is the song,
For but us as one?

To stand alone, together.
To be separate, nevermore.
To sit with ourselves, apart.
To be whole, hereinbefore.