Feeling so empty, and hollow inside,Cannot believe I am writing a poem to a cigarette,but I feel so unsatisfied, unfulfilled,like this poem, half-finished.
Starbucks at Midway and Hebron/Park
In this hot desert heat, you were a cool breeze gone in a moment just as you came, left me behind to wonder if you will ever return to mess up my hair, to touch my thirsty lips softly you were a sweet dream, vanished with the stars in the morning leaving me to wake… Continue reading Once I Fell in Love
This poem was written by my favorite poet Allama Iqbal. I translated it for my English class during my freshman year. “The view up here is the same as ever. We are tired of shining and shining. Our work is to walk, day and night. Walk and walk and walk forever. Everything in this universe… Continue reading Stars & Moon