Dear stranger,
I have never met you before
never seen you smile
never held your hands
never looked in your eyes

To me, you are just a stranger
nothing else at all
then why do you
not feel like a stranger at all?

I have never seen your face before
never seen your eyes
yet I feel like I know
your soul
and everything inside

So tell me, why is this so
is it because we are
not strangers at all..?

Perfection is-
an imperfect word
in this imperfect world.

When I was alone
in my world.
Alone, but never lonely.
Colours and canvases-
my only friends.
With no one
to care or bother.
You came along,
changed it all.
Now gone.

I’m right beside you.
Please do not think that I would
Be anywhere else.

A shelter in your heart I seek,  
to hide from all the miseries and grief.
I will wait for the day
when you reopen your heart for me.

How do I fix,
what I broke?
How do I make it right
all that went wrong?
How do I make it up to you
for all that I messed up?

If only I could
turn back time,
change everything back
exactly as it was,  
give you back
your peace and quiet-
the peace
you so rightly deserve.

Politics create barriers.

Art builds bridges.

Life is the water
we are the filter
when its pipe is stuck
we'd all run out of luck!

i’ve become
the shape of water.
i mold to rooms
i don’t belong in,
fill cracks
in other people
just to keep from spilling.

no one sees
how close i am
to evaporation.
how heavy i feel
in a glass too full
of silence.

they think
i’m calm
because i don’t make noise,
but grief has no splash
when it sinks like this.

i’ve learned to drown
quietly.