When everybody is asleep.
Insomnia is a belittlement
of what I suffer from,
But so is "I love you"
For every couple I have ever known.
A random arrangement
of 26 alphabets
and a couple of punctuation marks
can never be adequate,
no matter how articulate,
every word suffers from subjectivity.
I am tired of putting my heart on a paper
My ribs - they have started molding
And darling you should see me smile
The antithesis to everything I preach.
And despiteeverything else,
Sunflowers grow in grave yards too
