The sprinkled moondust
hovering above the wisps of clouds,
veil the puzzle pieces
as they linger
in the pools of wisdom
left behind by the sages,
where the thinkers have bathed
and left their sorrows,
to come out immaculate;
leaving a legacy
for the new intellectuals to put together.

She sits and stands, dances and spins.
Laughs a bit and then cries the saddest tear,
no fear in her eyes, a puzzle unsolvable.
And she knows she is capable of anything,
she can do magic and pull any string.
Sometimes a bit empty, in her thoughts she would sit,
every bit of her skin hot and wet, on the edge of the world.
Her glance deceives without you knowing,
her eyes going far while she disappears
to some other loves, never fully happy
curiously lost, those dark and wild things...
and she can stare at clouds for hours,
at rain, black bird's wings...
And then she slips out my hands,
once strong and now weak as spiderweb.
And she sings, what is life but a dream, deception?
Then I admire her, and want her for myself
to hold on to her for another moment.
And as the sunset watches us, I know
I am the one being left without her, alone.
As she seduces, as she chants and sings,
she is my maiden, my God, the black bird's wings.

You're a huge distraction.
I've not gotten anything done.
I've been thinking of you so much.

Let us sin with you and run away in a dream.
To a planet of intimate pleasures.
So that this sin can be sophisticated!!

Love me passionately and dearly.
You can also carelessly.
I fly away with dreams into the clouds.

You are my sweet dream in the night.
I give you the keys from my heart.
My name is written in your heart.
Thats a sign for you to follow.

Talk to me like a child.
I can cry so much when a see a street kitten.
You have magical hands.
That works miracles.

Inspiring peace.
I am stuck in a a cloud of feelings and i can't get them out there.
I am afraid of dependency of love 🌹🌹

tearing a black leaf
divine artist painted blue -
sun, clouds, **** and wheel

The empty plastic packet escapes its captor and runs down the street
Disappearing with the wind.
The horizon comes alive as trees sway with abandon.
The lone blackbird is seen hastily making its way back home.
That’s when I feel it.
The first drop,
Singeing my cheek,
Languidly making it’s way to my chin.
I look upto the sky for the first time.
Angry grey clouds veiling the sun stare back at me.
They seem desperate for release.
But something more powerful seems to be holding them back.
What is it?
What’s stopping them from unleashing sheets of rain
that will slide down from above
Hit the concrete and jump into a puddle?
“What’s stopping you?” I ask out loud
Chin tilted upwards, lips parted, eyes impatiently flitting across the scene above
I await a response.
For the longest time the clouds don’t reply
The tendons in my neck start to ache and I begin to look down
That’s when I hear it
The faintest sound whispering
At first the words seem too quiet, too incoherent
But they start to get louder, clearer
Those sounds become words that string together in a singular sentence that suffuses my being.
“You, are stopping us.”