I love you more than life,
I asked Allah for you more than my happiness,
If love had its limits,
I would love you more than that.

When you laugh,
I am the happiest.
When you are sad,
My eyes are in floods.
When you are away,
I am restless.
Try to feel the love in your heart,
Love is like that.

My brain, my heart and my guts,
Three important organs of my anatomy,
My brain may be to use my logic or intellect,
Sometimes my heart insists to listen to it more,
And my gut feelings never go wrong,
Soronotin sets my moods.

I am part of many groups
Yet, not part of any
Part of the crowd
Yet, free like a bird
Like the neem tree
Rooted
And its branches sway free

There’s so much light.

It’s bright
Glaring
Scorching
Darkness inside.

It’s burning
Erasing
Covering
Truth inside.

Isn’t it beautiful in the dark?
When there’s no sun to mellow tone the brain
When there’s no light to scorch the sight

Dark, like dots on black.

Where the skeleton uproars
The stench crawls  
And the wound moans.

It’s too much light
Too many masks.
Too many smiles.
Too bright.
And Burning.

I like the night sky better.
It's beautiful.
It's cold.
It frees.