In the end, I picked up nachos

When everyday living

becomes a chore,

And picking what to eat

come next meal time

becomes a nuisance,

I envy the inanimate,

The creases of unfolded blankets,

And the stomach they have without.



9th November 2017

In the end, I picked up nachos

Cosmic Magic

When you are so far away,

I’m convinced that the stars conveyed,

Feelings, frustrations and happiness much,

Like how the solar wind blows the edge of a comet,

We circle,

We look like we are getting closer,

We depart,

Still starring towards each other.


10.23 pm

7th June 2017

Cosmic Magic