First
There was only me
amateur flutter,
throes unsure
Then was You,
heart-borne soar,
overloaded light.
A sea of colors true.
Now all is you,
the Jazz,
the String, the
hums of Blue.

30th.May.07
‘sequel’



There is only Me.
but if you want
I can be two,
and if you must
then count me three,
for all they are
is You;
these pieces of Me.

‘prequel’

Tiggy Ibrahim