Flurries in India: Nothing’s impossible If life is a string Pulling me along.

I am a plummeting plane. I see the clouds go past, And I close my eyes, sometimes, But I still feel where I’m going. Sometimes, I feel that

You were the devil. I knew it before you did; And I was St. Mary With clouds trailing behind me. I gave you my virtue

I don’t understand. I don’t understand the cruelty The darkness The fear This choking feeling.

My mother is the darkness inside m… She planted the seed That grew into brambles, And now, I can’t be loud Because she makes me so

Oh, such a sweet fool. I once thought love Was reigning savior. So, so foolish. I once believed love

I cannot bring myself to cry. I can’t decide if this is a curse Or a blessing.

I often cajole myself Into crying, But I refrain. I know I’ll never stop.

It’s over. It’s okay. The parting is such sorrow And relief. It hurts like a crushing force,

It’s so quiet. I feel soft. The winter hurts, So I burrow inside, But I forget how to

Nobody wishes so Such as me To die quickly Or be mauled in Such a manner that

I woke at 3 a.m., And I was scared. I thought I’d never be tired agai… But then I remembered the morning And all the joy it brings.

I could hop on a train. Grow akin to the screaming and whi… Where would I go? Far from here, from cold. Tell my parents my love,

Walking by at night, I saw the falling snow Tumble down like sleep. God, how could you be So cruel as to give

Nobody can see the darkness in me, And when I go deep, I bring a flashlight to slash thro… The dark. I once used to frolic in light,