We will meet again in an unknown universe, where I am the wizard, and you, my witch where I will cast the most divine spell: “Tvayi prema karomi.”

I don’t want a thing on Saturday mornings just my favorite songs playing low.

It’s 10 p.m., I’m in bed watching reels, and I’m bored. Then the friends texted me, “Let’s go for a walk,” and I said yes.

Today, you murdered the innocent. Those who were sharing meals with their loved ones, those who were living their dreams.

It’s just like a colorful movie, where we wander through an old Italian city.

I want to be the sun, radiating my own light, not the moon, borrowing its glow.

O baby, I miss you in the soft, slow mornings, in the hush of lazy noon, and in the quiet of calm evenings.

On good days, I want to kiss you madly. And on bad days, I want to kiss you deeply.

I want to be a good kisser, that’s why I’m trying every part of you.