#293

The sky is unreal.

Oftentimes it seems to me

An oil painting.

#292

It annoys me that

He pursued her so strongly;

Then let it all fade.

#291

I’m hearing voices

Through the phone, door, vents, my bag?

It’s weirding me out.

#290

Shiny red hero,

Stands tall against tyranny -

Thermos Almighty.

#289

A mind clogged up with

Mem’ries of past infractions.

Behind the smile.

#288

Sona and Rupa

Inside the sandalwood tree,

Awaiting your prayers.

#287

It goes in my cheek,

The meaning I cannot reach.

A dream that was bleak.