even in this crowded room
it was the type of gaze that filled the air
it swerved the corners of reality
with tangibility –
he felt it’s whispers wrap the shoulders of his fears
and write a message in the atmosphere
for him to see
the invitation that she
in silken threads of space
that she pulled and interlaced with gravity,
a reveal of fortune-cookie
until it was a gaze he had to meet
OK… a leper supports a leper.
Salt is salt and pepper is pepper.
Nobody argues with fever or grippe. Why can’t we forgive any casual slip?
Nobody is perfect. Nobody is ideal.
We should be liberal. We should be genteel.
We all are infected by Virus of Writing.
We should be friends… why are we fighting?
P.S. I open the new category ‘Guest Posts’. Welcome, my dear incurable friends! Just write me!