An oxymoron takes you to the deafeaning silence because poems like this are open secrets that pass like a clap.
People never fear each other more than art because we're a small crowd who are homes built out of the same thoughts.
Our grief is pretty because it's ugly.
Love is the only choice for existence, while all along it came along with a tragedy.
tajmahal was built after mumtaz' s death.
Old news that we always looked forward to.
The warmth in your hugs is so cold this september, because I always hid myself in the lines of a single clap.

// I am always hidden, the oxymoron//

- Sharli