Touch Me Before You Are Gone

were left
all alone
waging a war
against the whole world
snatching away our hopes
pushing us to the corner
and dissevering us apart
I know that we stand on the edges
of crushing reality and our dreams
Lost in fleeting memories, we slowly fade
Alas! We will be no more, but your touch remains.



Death by a Heat Attack

So hot.
God it’s hot.
Blazing heat spreads
as the years go by..
Infernal wrath descends
to slay the fans and ACs
to force us inside rooms all day
to dry our throats and drown us in sweat
to melt ice creams and make us detest clothes.
Now kneel and suffer Gaia’s scorching revenge.