EY asked;

What am I to you?
Ey asked
Not angry nor demanding
Just a simple question
“Half of my poetry are for you.”
Was my simple reply

What’s good?

I tend to know what’s ‘good‘ for me
‘Better‘ I try to decipher,
The best is of course
His mystery;

Rainbow

I was searching something
Of interest
In this room full of
Black and white
And here you come
With all shades of
Rainbow in your eyes.

© Christin

© Christin

At that moment

And at that moment
He realised
World was closer to black
Than white
It was just unseen invisible
Right before his eyes
Until that moment
Arrived

Bad timing

I was on my path
To self worth
While you were
Already capable
Of love
This is the famous
Bad timing
My beloved.

Night strolls

Amidst the chaos
Mistifying light amplifying
Pure hue of yuccas
As if promising
Everything is not ugly, YET.

Yuccas (white 5-pettaled flowers) shining in the white light of street lamp. By CHRISTIN.

©CHRISTIN

Fire.

Fire fire everywhere
How I fight with thee?
With all the proper gear
Still catches upto me.

No better words..

There were no words
Other than
“I am here”
That
She craved
cherished
and shuddered
At the same time.