I cradle hurricanes in my ribcage
while words swirl around my head.
I try to catch the good ones-
but mostly, I wish I was dead.

I do everything too much-
the joy, the sorrow, the dread.
Yet somehow, I’m never enough-
what a curious truth to be force fed.

If I laugh, it’s always too loud;
my mouth too sharp to make anyone proud.
Crying is a dangerous game,
I could sob away a city, drown in the blame.

My rage leaves no survivors,
as if I line people up on personal pyres.
When I vent, they hear preaching-
a sermon no one wants, a fear of my leeching.

I don’t love, I dissect-
obsessively search for the trap I expect.
I can’t just leave; I burn it all down-
the bubbly, funny girl wears a permanent frown.

I do too much and my inner child feels seen,
She's acting out, we aren't this mean
I just get scared when the vibe is off, and ruining the mood makes the blow more soft.

Despite the chaos I still crave love, an equal partner, wearing fireproof gloves.

Those deep-set eyes melt my heart when I look at you,
Captivating and so intense, pulling me into a beautiful view.
An air of mystery floods those eyes,
Making me feel like I’m in for a great surprise.
Your soulful gaze that pierces straight to my heart,
These mysterious eyes take me on a ride I’ve loved from the start.
The unspoken stories those eyes have seen,
That smoldering look where I love to be caught in between.
Your eyes sparkle with such warmth, making my heart skip a beat
That magnetic pull draws me into the eyes that my eyes meet.

The sailing Sun
Burns through the sky
With huge clouds of black and purple
Hot on her tail.

We all pray that she beats them to the horizon,
That we might remember this day as a beautiful one.

The room is empty
except for an egg,

about to erupt
with life, as it is

sitting on a chair
in the passing sun.

We were standing nearby the sea
…Drinking;
It was night.
And I had traveled from my city
To meet my cousin;

It had not been a happy decision,
It was simply an intrusive decision,
Of a devastated psyche,
Caught by a mental breakdown;

But there was this thing with this state
…It would somehow give you those outs,
Cuts!
Changes of routine!
That apart from the painful melody.

…Had the artistic touch,
The dark tunnels,
The unseen objects
…You would have not seen in a normal state;

So feeling very bad,
I had just taken the bus
And to be somewhere else.

…The first thought
Had been my cousin,
That lived nearby the sea;
The thing about the place we were in,
Was that it was made of a high,
Gigantic, metallic construction,
As if a city was being built nearby.

…It went well with the dark sky,
And the dark and harsh sounds of the waves;

There were psychedelic lights all around
And it went well with my state.

…Cosmo-Being caught in a Cosmo-Body,
Bleeding and spinning around;

He would say a couple of things,
And I would answer
…I was small,

Stood just as a dot,
In front of a building
Which was too expansive,
And took too much place and was undoing me;

I met him
Tall and black
Intentional and intelligent
My lover

It is Tim
The one who doesn’t just know about love, he understands it
Tim is my biggest supporter, we are team

When am being doubtful, he comes in real
He cares about how I feel
He play the checkers game with so much dexterity
I stay awake to make him take me for who I am
He chooses me always
Various victories you shall achieve irrespective of all vices, I pray

I know what love is because of you
I love you because of your perfection
And I fell even harder, your imperfection caused it
Tim
The sharp smelling prowess of yours to me means acceptance
You smelt and melted in harmony
You heard my flaws and showered me with support