“Why your poetry seems lost”
She asked me with a hint of pain,
“For I, a universe failed at being world to someone and this thought keep haunting me back and again.
Some days I weave galaxies other days fall down my own black holes,
Get hurt again and again still keep looking for souls.
Perhaps I have become the ocean who keep nurturing, is still saline,
I have stopped fitting in, an initiative to redefine my own boundary lines. ”