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


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.

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.



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