The bandages would not heal a wound,
for the footprints burden her,
switch off the lights and find darkness,
for the charcoal is already up,
do not cry, when Tom dies,
for you once threw the coffee cup,
No matter which ends you choose
humanity is certain to lose.
Jun 22, 2018
Jun 22, 2018 at 6:24 AM UTC
maybe, a few branches were let off the trunk,
nevertheless, it was meant to be burned,
each day someone would die,
but the dying puppets on stage
must let the ink dry,
weave words, scribble stories,
times are tough, sweet and deep,
but I promise you,
there lies hope in between imageries,
there lies strength in between metaphors,
after millions of crumpled dreams,
trust the paper one more time,
let the ink dry.
Jun 6, 2018
Jun 6, 2018 at 6:34 AM UTC
When I tear apart,
I see a man,
my verses sit inside his heart,
it is better to stand still,
and not, to move along
with words of past,
the man I see would someday be my part,
and someday we would struggle
with our halves,
for I know nothing of his being,
for I fell in his arms
when your reflections were seen,
I move along,
I move along with you.
May 27, 2018
May 27, 2018 at 12:42 PM UTC
To make love we don’t need love;
but a lid to fit in a jar.
May 24, 2018
May 24, 2018 at 1:39 PM UTC
Life sneaks through parallel bars
awaiting awakenings; not of an embodiment
but of souls connecting you and me, strengthening bonds;
family and friends, it peeps through the windows
to admire common happenings yet uncommon;
butterflies skirting the waterfalls, undistinguished colors of
a rainbow, the silhouette of mountains shining in night foam,
refraining to die every season and just die for once,
to understand the unfathomable beauty and magnificent
doings of nature, to build little by little of every moment
crossing by and not reserve chairs to sit paralyzed,
to hold and freeze dramatic awakenings of
summer of 1969.
May 23, 2018
May 23, 2018 at 3:36 AM UTC