Two white words
Floating in the dark
One white ghost
My bed is our host
The words remain unspoken.
Could they be
Go away?
Please stay?
Or perhaps
I'm sorry.

He sits at Starbucks
because that's where he
is told he should be
to become somebody.

They say:
“All great thoughts hit
when they are expected;
while you sit with
pen and paper.”

So, he sits and
waits all day til,
overcome by languor,
he heads home.

The wind and rain are blinding
but the light is getting brighter.
He stops to write it down -
then it hits him.

The driver in the car
can't see either.

The plants and flowers
I raised about my hut
I now surrender
To the will
Of the wind

(I) do not stay up late
because I (am) not tired.
I like sleeping,
but I cannot stop (thinking)
(about) how little time there is left
and I know (you) are almost
out of my reach.

-kk

He stole my heart
I stole his name
The name we shared
The love we cared
Made us  one
a lifetime connection
by a simple change in the name
Who is the better thief?
Me or him?

We have different views.
In you I see my dreams
while you dream of another.

-kk