[1] After taking my hands in hers, she thought a while before she spoke my name As if this were a protocol she had read about, in some book somewhere.

Some relationships are better left inside closed books.

[2] To know what love tastes like, It is essential that it stays alive.

Till date, none have survived.

[3] The river moves on, pulling behind it a glassy blanket As if it is trying to wake up someone who is fast asleep.

The drowned are never left in peace.

[4] Masks are being distributed in the streets, Select your latest assassin with care.

It’s election time again.