a man in the crowd is a page, one of the many under the cover a man standing alone, is a lost page of poetry.

Poem | Crows of Banaras In their eyes she, is the holy river and I, am a doubtful sinner. I drowned myself deep in Ganges. now she, is a holier-than-thou and I, am a confessed sinner.

breakup oh dear, only out of complaint of my cheeks & their fear of getting drizzly & losing a makeup smear I’m hiding my feelings & holding my sorrow & tears!