I might want you to be a clairvoyant,
Because I have no reasons to give.
Reasons that would explain my love for you!
Reasons that would constrain my infinite possibilities,
My infinite possibilities of loving you!
Aren't infinities better than one or two?
Infinities like those umpteen ways to imaginarily connect the moles on your face.
To connect them into infinite constellations,
And to be lost in their beauty.
I am mundane and I love these small infinities.
Small infinities that will suck us into an unmundane paradigm of love.
So, tell me boy, aren't infinities better than one or two?
Ammu Aniyan
YOU ARE READING
MY VOICE
PoetryThere's nothing better than giving voice to your thoughts by penning it down. Here is "MY VOICE" a collection of poems, which are absolutely not flattery or unreal material, but bear truth that we usually leave unspoken. I was indeed afraid to speak...
