When will I improve myself? Tomorrow
When will I chase my dreams? Tomorrow
When will I be happy? Tomorrow

Tomorrow. Tomorrow. Tomorrow.
Everything in life is suspended until that fateful day
It’s how my life is going
It’s how things are moving
It’s what I thought was right
But it’s not
It most definitely is the wrong approach because

My therapist, my astrologer and even my dog tell me that things are not going to get better for at least another ten years

There is just one person
In my head all day
One person I think about
All the time
The person who enters my mind
In the warm mornings
And stays until it is
The dark of nights

Yes, it’s me, me and only me. There is nobody I think about except me, myself and I. Call me a narcissist. A psycopath. Or any other word your vocabulary permits. I don’t care.

They told me to
Be myself and show
The world the real
Side of me
They told me I
Need not be afraid
Of owning who I
Am and what I feel
They told me to
Not succumb to
Societal pressures

Then why is everyone avoiding me now when I am being my arrogant, snobbish, mean and smelly self?

As long as our
Love is etched
On these pages
How can it
Ever come to an end?
These pages contains
Every little detail
About you and me and us
About our relationship
About our secrets
About every tiny little detail

Soon to be compiled and published

In English we say:
I miss you from the bottom of my heart.

In insta-poetry we say:
I miss you
From the
Bottom of
My heart

My heart woke me up
In the dead of the night
Crying for help

As I was about to ask
What I can do to make
Things better for him, the

brain intervened and said, “Switch off the damned phone and go — the hell — to sleep.”

When people say that
Love is blind
I find the statement errant
You can see that it is
Simply not true
On further assessment

Blind is actually a person with severe visual impairment