They are sometimes like a thunderbolt,
And recently I have started liking yellow.
I wonder if broken teeth gets yellow or decays to purple.
Today I brushed three more minutes than usual,
So that my teeth showed the inside of me.
My hands have become black,
Sunscreen won't help
Because they want to hide something.
It will be white again
in winter,
But then I will be wearing gloves.
They say the sound of thunderbolt comes much later.
I think I can hear my body scream
only after a while.
But for now, when I close my ears with my fingers,
the only sound I can hear is my skin humming
And that puts me to sleep.
Jun 8, 2014
Jun 8, 2014 at 9:51 AM UTC
There is a space between me and you,
I visit that space more often
They say the stars twinkling
might not be real anymore
The past still hanging in the air
diffuse with every breath you take
I could never figure out if the moon was waxing or waning,
Tonight could be anything
I let my thoughts fly into the painted sky,
Drifting they fall into my mind
The moon waxes, pulls my mind
smells my body of earth so divine
With every monsoon, the colours drip from the sky,
My thoughts come back to me through rain with the moon that wane
Drowsy dreams, melting stars,
The gravity that pulls me apart
In that space the forgotten song waits for you
A whisper, to exist, to disappear.
Feb 26, 2014
Feb 26, 2014 at 9:59 PM UTC
Have you ever wondered about vertical horizon?
maybe there is one,
just tilt your head sideways!
Nov 13, 2013
Nov 13, 2013 at 11:30 AM UTC
When they come to me to tell me about their love
broken fresh;
I just listen
sipping Cappuccino
with the taste that lingers long.
Then I sip again
before the last taste fades away.
You don't really know when exactly does it end.
The sip and fading away blend so natural.
You fall for someoone
and when it's fading away
you sip again.
The tastebud is ever so busy
Coffee makes you alive
so does love
maybe it's not about
the person you love,
it's just about love.
Nov 2, 2013
Nov 2, 2013 at 12:43 PM UTC