I will wait for my own sakeIn dungeons and dark rooms,In basements ,To get the right wayThrough itIn this pursuit if I fall into a never ending darkness,So be it,But I will have passed in the pursuit of something noble,Unlike the everydaythat we liveCrossing off datesPassing time doing littleAnd living passivelyIn a world that grows… Continue reading Wait
the night is longAnd the clock ticks in dry toneswinds heave across the valleyand trees roar through the night like a lullaby,winds pull me into a deep sleepblowing softly from distancesinging into my earsthe only song I'll ever hear they keep me company for as long as I needand expect nothing but keen earsI think… Continue reading Sing me to sleep
An unknown feeling surfaces when everything fades- lights and noises from the day An unknown feeling surfaces when the busyness of the mind stalls and the chores run dry when spirits are anything but high it arises from within, unknowing to your own self without a warning it has no names will never have ;… Continue reading the will to name everything
have you seen flowers that are ready to wilt? frail and ready to fall still fragrant from a rich past still colorful from a sumptuous upbringing ready to fall ready to wilt at the smallest vibration a hummingbird or a human banging on tables they fall and smell nice.
how strange must the world be outside ; after a month and a half boxed up in a forest and work, i wonder if the roads chitter chatter the same way they did if the road side seller still sells his plastic mats and stuff shouting out to more than just the people around if… Continue reading a lock-down ago
two lives at once : to live two lives at once might seem strange deranged even and yet, to true lovers who love people,day-jobs and arts alike it might not seem such a preposterous proposition the rush of living true each time the pen is picked up and words flow with the ferocity of a… Continue reading two lives at once
i have buried her deep under a thousand worded poems ; --my poetry and she sings in this howling night still alive somehow unknowing , she has been buried and is below tons of black soil .. I can hear her must be thirsty
"Hey jude begin" sings the phone as water trickles down the high cliff drip drip drip from the inside of my short-shorts a strange night it is the sky looks quiet very quiet the usual family of stars bearing down facing me , bored in their daily routine of shining down at all of us… Continue reading a night under shiny stars from a different sky
pankh hi toh tere bikhre hue hai zameen par udne seekh, baitha kyun zameen par waqt aur mausam ke badalte, badlega tera aasmaan judenge pankh aur udega aasmaan udne seekh, baitha kyun zameen par waqt aur mausam badlega tu badlega udna seekh baitha kyun zameen par zindagi -aasmaan hai tere aage..
how much longer can you keep your head under water and still admire the beauty beneath ; still live on how much longer can you hold your breath And still live on