In few days from now, I will grow. Once in a month when I am sad I do not. Walking as milk spills from the container where I could not contain myself, I am not a shapeshifter for I do not have a shape. I grow into the air, like air but I can't be … Continue reading Identity Crisis
Goldfish
By a sense of familiarity, I exist in your eyes with broken eyelashes, and unsung prayers. In between the sighs we breathe our last. Our existence is a goldfish, in the aquarium on the edge of the table, about to resist a free fall. If water splashes out like anger we are doomed to die … Continue reading Goldfish
The Poetic Elixir 
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