Nekhbet

Woke up in a different room My eyes scanning for you Held on to the sheets hoping it was just a dream Went a different route for the walk My limbs reaching for you Held on to the high hoping it was just a hallucination The dry toast crumbled in my mouth and the coffee was weak Held on the caffeine, hoping it would get better  The lunch was a dull affair so was the siesta Held on to the inertia hoping to gather energy  At the end of the day, I went to a different room Holding, Hoping.

But hey! it is Cold & I like it. The clothes doesn't dry, the dampness isn't going away. it is Cold & I like it. The body doesn't warm, the dread isn't going away. it is Cold & I like it. The mind isn't crisp, the illusion isn't going away. it is Cold & I like it. But hey! it is Cold & I will come out of it.

Three musketeers there were In the campus here This is an ode to Kenji who eats Parle g An ode to Kenji who eats Parle g Sexy she lies on the warm tarmac on a cold night Warmth she gives  to a cold heart inside Three musketeers there were In the campus here This is an ode to Kenji who eats Parle g Barked she the loudest Hugged she the softest Patience she had the longest Hurt she was the most when we lost Pompi, the best.