Face the Face
Face the face He searched for the story of expressions In a mirror’s impressions Counted the number of wrinkles, Measured the depth of his dimples, Tested the varying shades of complexion, Zoomed in on his graying reflection, Copied selfie smiles of twenty-somethings, And murmured, ‘None of this stings!’ Are there twists and turns that...
Holding life in your hands is not intimidating at all
A touch that says what it wants to say Must be just that, no more Why must a glance be more Than a glance that’s met love on its way? The song of a bird perched on a tree Is not about philosophy Not about a higher me It’s not a path, nor clue, nor...