Thin streaks of sunlight      chase away shadows
through the shutters slits,      swallows still singing.

I kissed the spiraling sunlight when it traced my teared cheek. I felt the glow, way down below, graze upon my feet. I lifted lips and limbs until I reached the sorrowed sun. It whispered flames, and fumes to say, "it's only just begun.."

the ray of sunlight
peaks through the over sized clouds,
and that’s when i want to wave hello to the shining light
that is calling my name.
i shield my oval eyes, watch the darkness
that surrounds the sunlight
[ the small dust particles all around
light up too, as luminous as the sun itself ]
i want to run towards this crepuscular ray
- this bright, shining light - that pleads for me.
i’ll skip on clouds, dance till i reach my destination
i’ll run up to the sky, bask in the single ray
of light
that is slowly fading.
i’ll lie underneath its radiance,
until it finally  d i s a p p e a r s .

There is not enough coffee in this world to keep my soul awake,
not when I cannot sleep most nights but rise before the sun,
and my eyes sting sharply every second they are open,
unable to stand the brightness of the world and its people —
not when it is plastered over misery and poverty, and hopeless hearts.
There is not enough sunlight in this world to light up what we bury
in the dark, with memories and bodies and time capsules,
not enough band aids to cover up the pain our mistakes have caused,
and there can never be enough time to undo regret.

I live in the constant knowledge that I was not enough
to change the world, or myself in it, or to make you understand
that despite being eloquent, I am not articulate enough
to describe how I feel, about you and this planet, both filled
with endless riddles, and pain, but, inexplicably, also love.