We never talked much, but still the way you make me feel everytime is ineffable. The feeling of your presence here makes this place more like a home for me. I don't know how to adore you, cuz a vast personality like you can't be described in mere words. You are amazing person for me. A person who feels like vintage photographs, a person who feels like long lost love, a person who always makes me to feel the whole zoo in my stomach, a sister, a friend, a ho(p/m)e for me. I love you to the andromeda galaxy and back.
I am learning to string the vermillion sunsets and Mumbai's lavender skylines in fragments of debonair vocabulary and poetic devices to festoon it around my collarbones where I hide the "original to some extent" version of my persona.
I am learning not to steal "the reason of breathing for one more day" from that 7 years old ligneous photo frame on my maroon wall where I gave birth to my first poetry. I am learning to wear some divergent hues of imageries by T.S Eliot, to escape the tenebrosity of reality.
I am learning to disappear because it hurts to be so different, it hurts to be a poet.