Dead News Poem by Emranor Reja

I float in your mind
A floating I in your mind
I am alive
Easy-peasy— I am getting mine
When I sink into your mind
I mean— I am out of your mind sight
Die again I— okey-dokey

Azrael is far away
No fear of death is available here in me

I am scared of losing you so much so that I can't take breathe without you
I am a breather in your wish
Your wish is a foreign island like a star in my mind

I am born many times in your eyes
Even after giving birth you did not look before
Don't look just once before and after
This infidel has died in love with you
It hasn't reached your mind yet
The news of my death has not yet arrived