(2013)
I opened my eyes and scanned my ro… I heard a voice asking me, “Where… Pushed the blankets and I put my… I heard the floor asking me “where… Laughed and shook my head,
Strolling alone, along the desolat… After a stormy night, when the hel… The thunders left their tell tale… When I saw a moth wiggling in the… Her colorful wings now lost to the…
Woke-up to the strumming noise of… Don’t know how my arms reached ove… And fingers caressed them when I’… Wonder what tunes I played before… Only the silence in the air could…
When the stillness of silence is d… When the brightness of light is bl… When the thickness of translucence… When the intensity of sense is num… I stand still in space and time, n…
I had two wings, ability and hope, Although, the ability was broken a… But the hope still kept fluttering… In a hope to take over the inabili… And take off, to reach the skies!
The journey of life is one of a ki… It moves forward but leaves the pa… When the caravan walk past the des… The footprints were left on the sa… When the tides ebb the shore,
Many people come and go in life as… While some were left as seashells… But further you go offshore, The deeper will be the sea floor, In those deeper depths, lay, the t…
On a cold, quiet winter night, Under the moon and the twinkling s… Nippy breeze caressing the snow so… When the world already went to bed… In the dark room half lit by the s…
Pebbles that I dropped on my path… Long lost and forgotten when the p… Their memories were long lost and… I moved on thinking that they will… Now I’m walking on a different pa…
It was well past midnight and the… Although lying in my bed, I could… I lay gazing at the memories piled… My gaze scattered and the silence… When the dead of the night tremble…
Wading through the crowded place, In search of a permanent place, Forever presence in an empty space… A place in the mist of estranged g… Deep down in the heart of deceptiv…
There is light beyond my sight, There is life beyond my reach, There are things beyond my touch, There are emotions beyond my sense… At times it appears absurd,
Covered in a skin colour of own, Of a distinct shade and tone, A single thread of a long social f… The tassel which can not be weaved… I’m a unique tribe of my own,
It is still December the end of a… But the beginning of another, Of the time when trees are covered… Of the time when leaves of green a… Nestled warm and cozy on the couch…
Seduced by the sheen of the silks… Enticed by the sweetness of the fr… I stripped the nymph off her silks… And left her bare to the bone, I scraped the juicy flesh off the…