We Are Time Beings

A few months ago I found a book called “A Tale for the Time Being” by Ruth Ozeki and since then it is my favourite book. At first, I bought it because of the beautiful cover and then the story captured me. Placing my very being into its pages, flipping each one letting it consume my …

Love in a distance, love in a pandemic

Our relationship is a routine With organized bullet points, Colour-coded priorities, And unchecked boxes Setting dates and alarms Making room for unscheduled moments Of comfort, Of peace, Of laughter, And quiet contentments Then we’re back on track With pixelated Zoom meetings Spending five minutes Asking if you can hear me Over and over and over …

Your Favourite Secondary Character

I am not a storyline An imprint on your pages, A traumatic arc To steer your chapters I am not going to be With you For 500 torturous days Loving me for the perfections That you have written Until my flaws reveal I am as mundane as you are Because I forgot To converse in …

one more before our last

Hold me close one more time One more kiss, One more touch, And one more kind word Before the night ends Let us collect Every “one more” moment Be selfish for a while Before they become fond nostalgia Peeking through rose-tinted lenses Hold my hand one more time, Hide under the covers one more time, …

Timetable of Us

7:05 am on a Saturday Good morning texts and motivational affirmations Flood my inbox Because it is your priority On the top of your to-do list On the Google Calendar agenda, I have made for you My love language is time But I took it too literally Placing our past, present, and future In bullet …

A Man and His Dog

Before the self-isolation and social distancing, I always saw this man with a dog He wasn’t your typical dog lover I’d often see him without a shirt Exposing his ash-covered torso, He wore cargo shorts a little too big for him And he was already a man of large stature His bare feet on the …

An Agoraphobiac in a Closet

When I was 13, I built myself a closet to suffocate in my non-existent heterosexuality. Decorated the walls pink and blue, hoping it would feel like home.  I grew up thinking there was only gay or straight, no other option. So, I spent half of my life having a gay identity crisis.  Then you came …

My Mental Illness is not Romantic

Dear skinny white men with a fetish for manic personalities Thank you for your movies and stories Highlighting how my mental illness Would make me the perfect woman for your Lacklustre, dull characters looking for life Or someone so broken to fill their egos Thank you for categorizing My anxiety as romantic