Season of Migration

To think about you
Late nights
Is to snatch foreign lands
By the fist.

Countless mornings
I’ve woken up with
Migratory birds in my mouth.

Metaphysics of Communication

Rest of the times

I just trust them

You know:

Stormy weather

Low energy

Cosmic events

Heavy traffic

etcetera etcetera

Usually

However

I wonder:

Doesn't the sweet taste of our words

Disrupt the technology at heart?

Were phone calls

Designed to transfer this much love?

Misunderstanding

It takes ages
To understand.
Some don’t understand
Even after decades.
Others only pretend they
Have understood.
I have seen a few who don’t even
Pretend to understand
They say it is not that important.

But I believe:
The trench loneliness digs
Inside in search of wisdom
Is far significant
Than the innumerable puddles
People make in you
So as to feel good about themselves. 

One-sided Poem

Treat this

As a gentle reminder 

From the 

Secret Society of Unrequited Love Poets. 

‘Don’t unnecessarily read stuff!

Not all poems are about you. 

Your eyes are precious to us.’