Late night confessions

He said, “You see me different from you. I see you as a part of me. No one different. Not just one identity.” I couldn’t say anything, coz he was right. I still didn’t see him as a part of me. Felt like he pierced right through everything. I don't know how he does this…

The darkness and the blues

Like a caterpillar’s cocoon, i build different molds around me, new rules to play and break with, a lover’s mold, a spiritual mold, a good heart mold, an i-dont-care mold, mold after mold, yet after some time, it’s tiring, it becomes suffocating, coz those molds are not me, they are just layers.. layers upon layers…