The life of two

What is left? I came only to look for me, - tiny broken pieces of a splintering soul, reflected by the moonlight above. Like goblets of fire, They cling to my eyes, leaving a little space for tears. In that small empty space – what I found - was the greater me.   If I …

In the garden

Nothing left covered, nothing Lost, Nothing holding me back, Nothing in-between. Like hot water meeting cold. When it loses its rainbow colors, fades into one.   The torrents become boisterous Overflowing bridges.   Hurricanes gushes from mountain to mountain Gracefully. Like fishes in a desert plain   At the end all waters flow to the …

Luna

Look outside. The moon is full, and the future’s dark and bleak. The truth I seek, Lies in the light of you. By the river-side.  

cudas

It joined us together – the sea. The watery world I walked into. Nothing in-between but mist, entangled within. Like the maidens below, in a watery labyrinth. In the deepness of your heart, I, with every breath, am lost.

Little One

“Little One”, a treasured name The drops of gold in a darkened flame A weak thing over the strong pulls You don’t know your power, be merciful O your eyes! Hide those still Who could bear its memory comfortably   The ebony flower, plucked from a burning star. Once again in mid-December, it’s lost paradise, …

Truth Songs

  When about you I think, It is as if I were taking the sea To quench my thirst: I drink and drink, A whole river full, My mind is not satisfied. Love comes in this darkness too, Through the light of your eyes.

Door

A wild door, a shadow of a door; I see the golden nob, rusty hinges from top to feet With demons and angels on either side Smoke-filled emotions gliding in-between the flat perimeter of its beam “It’s a strange way to walk into”, said HE Though the heart desires and vainly seek to inhabit every …

If I love

If I love The heart would loosen from its latch Broken cords in the chest’s middle Like in the middle of the garden Where the fruit of eternal life germinates The eyes would salivate with every bite. Who should love? When the mind disagree, purifying realities of anxieties, lurking in the darkness of every corner; …

Homo sapiens

Chained to life by flavours and varieties The taste of every fresh fruit from Eden. Convulated wild emotions, permutations, cravens distilled on a dry palate, salivating for more. The road wide, uncramped with broken destinations No escape! The frail truth of the man kind.

Run Away TruthS

  Rats! Really? Who asks the question? that floats aimlessly in the air of an empty office   Office! Really? The empty question on overflowed minds “Oh where is thy truth?”   “Was it lost, perhaps, in the sea of morphine, dopamine and expired saline that has become thicker than blood?”   Probably, I assume …