Who are you?
(a)A hollow pigeon (b) a wound gone softer (c) a secluded crayon (d) fifty three moons of Saturn.

No one reads what you wrote
on moleskin paper,
Citrus lungs burning in morning,
Borrowing courage and trading tears.
You stumble over dream catchers,
Hugging grief on your mattress,
With razor sharp regrets,
And buries lovers over a classic.

Which is the similie of a mother?
(a) A foe (b) lost best friend (c) places you bled (d) rain drenched flora

If you put a weed on my heart
Will it outgrow my cries?
If you whisper gods name a hundred times,
Will he become a familiar one rather than a blasphemy?
You think my life is sad,
Don't you know we are all dying anyway?

What falls after the sunset?
(a) an empire (b) my brave face (c) Truths (d) walls and people

A poet's gloom is beautiful like
a eye keep gloom in secret.
It is a corridor where you smoke,
Not a home where you laugh.
It is a carbon sheet where
history repeats in a mundane way.
It is the stinky breath of a
stranger who hates smalk talk.

What can never be destroyed but be changed?
(a) energy (b) first love (c) your old sweater (d) poems you wrote.

If you look me at the right way,
Then may be i will smile at you.
Because all the pain have made me softer
And lighter like a dandelion wing.
Ihave swallowed my silence till
i turned blue, so if you can see me,
Then you must be a therapist.


Choose the correct statement.
(a) Art is death in stardust, or it's synonym in bright colours.
(b) There are lives that won't fit you, just like the shoes on a flea market.
(c) A broken chain can be fixed, not a broken heart.
(d) Tenderness resides on the skin of a lover when you kiss them on mouth.

What ends eventually?
(a) A poem.
(b) A year.
(c) A laugh.
(d) A cracker's warmth.



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