My body's made of dust and muddy earth
And yet my soul descended from the sky,
Love's been my mistress from my very birth
And I'll protect it always, till I die.
She's like a down that gathers in a pile,
Because she's sensitive and pure and light,
But if the wind starts blowing for a while,
Then she gets scared and suddenly takes flight.
On our Earth, love is a little shy,
People have lost their meaning and are bad,
They are attached only to things that lie,
Love for some time, and then they all get mad.
But I respect my mistress, she's sublime,
I'll be her slave until the end of time.

Love must have fooled me with others but you
I still feel your touch on my skin
Your kisses on my neck
Your breath when you sleep
I still hear your heart beat while closer to my chest
I still have those beautiful dreams every night
I wake up with you on my mind
Like there's no one I have loved like I loved you

Sunflower
A shine of the Indian complexion from your skin
Like you were dipped in gold
And maybe that's why I find myself bedazzled by you
For you are truly an angel
Beautiful and intelligent
With a sultry smile enough to make the sun shine
And leave the sunflowers still beautiful
I guess you are my sunflower
With that brown soft skin
You smile same way its petals stretch out
From afar a glimpse of the field on which you grow leaves me falling in love with you more and more

I broke too much
of myself
thinking someone
could fix me.

I should have not
turned myself
to pieces
in the first place.

Because no one
would ever keep
a broken mirror
in their pockets.

I can’t write anything happy
So I will not even try.
My one light is gone.
Snuffed out
Perhaps forever-
Through my own stupidity-
And I will wallow in that
If not in person-
For I will not be a burden-
Then in the privacy of my poetry.
Online.

Not so private after all.