In the eyes of blur paths, I see every day;In the midst of you-me, I feel every day;the core of us –dusted, soiled and tanned.We both agreed upon the lights,I see the darkness every day. I wake up in nights and search for it;the clean flesh, the shining bones,and an unaltered soul;when they all seem… Continue reading Looking for The Long-Gone Me
Shrunken face with dead-like skin,Wailing eyes, but to others, invisible,Chapped lips, sucked out of life,Burning bones, pale and visible.Carved out neck but not elegant,No beauty in stance, breathing corpse,Flesh-ridden body, so pain-stricken,With acute hunger, he warps.Dismantled dignity, he begged for alms,Broken faiths but holding to life,Fighting the last shreds of moments he has,Life or death,… Continue reading HUNGER
Oh, this cage of mine,Deep dark waters that chokes me,Running down my auburn eyes,Maybe, now a little deep blue,With time,With endless streams of pains,I shed every night,Some winter dewdrops on my lilac cheeks,I wipe with rising sunshine.Locked in other's dreams and desires,I forgot to breathe,I forgot to let myself live,And You,You found me within this… Continue reading RAPUNZEL
Few but all things will change, after this night of nightmares ends, the way we looked at the world and now we do, the death that seems new normal will haunt; the path we mustn’t have taken, the dread of death must have been stopped.
Shared, Cared, celebrated,the moments of fallen days,nostalgically memorized,some path traveled with an army of own, the ruling legends, a family, not at home. A group of persons, met in different phases of life, a stranger at first, and a friend at the end.some met at childhood, some at young and some will be with me… Continue reading A FAMILY, NOT AT HOME | FRIENDSHIP DAY SPECIAL | POEM
The love of yours, To the love of mine,The affinity of heart-beats, To remain alive. The eyes of yours, And the eyes of mine, Enough to see, The world of ourselves. The arm of yours, To the arms of mine,Enough to reside, For the whole of our lives. The lip of yours, To the lips… Continue reading Confluence of love | REPOST