I have trouble talkin to ppl i relly do,
its not insecurity, not anxiety im not sure i really do,

cause the medium is wirutual and the signs are limited,
to express and notice expression these ways are blunted.

so i pry conversation, say hello twice and hope they reciprocate,
the context ive placed and consider it a conversation not a date.

cause a date is when you expect someone to be soft to you,
a commitment forged in expectation of a beautiful view.

in search of sights to see, mellow to meet,
i greet and glamor on the HumTum street.

its what is true, my mutual views to find the elite.
but the matter is always subtle in matters virtual, mostly a rebuttal that’s lazy.

the smart while lazy, im sure are not crazy when they do indulge,
in search of the honest its the ones who speak that bulge.

like ripe mangoes ready for the picking,
but with people with their subtleties sticking.

is it necessary to ask for consent at every point?
to write letters/lyrics and words that disappoint.

i dont wish for a spotless society,
just ones who know they’re spotted, indeed.

flaws defined, news up to date. these people are rare,
i lie in wait to shed my walls for them to taste.

garam masala married to meat,
staple rice and onion elite.

in an impossible medium but its real,
my human endeavor to taste, drink, swish and swirl.