My mother tongue sounds Swahili
familiar words are drowned
My favourite author makes no sense
even after a dozen pages

My obligatory replies are mere nods
most questions go unnoticed
My thoughtless smile does the job
for the demanded greetings

My mind succumbed to a haemorrhage
the moment after I saw you the last.
My injury might take ages to recover
for the cure lives miles away.

Wiping my tears
I realized
how hot in the inside
and cold on the cheeks
she must have felt
being the casualty of my screams.
I am the boss,
I thought
and my universe
should make and break stars
when my heart wishes
I thought.
Now, I too have a boss
and her universe
should make and break stars
when her heart wishes.
I am a meek meteor
that should hit the planet
with her remote.
I realized
how the meteor of my universe
burst itself into flames
with my remote.