Poetry

The solitude of poetry, the solitude of the years. The poetry of solitude, the years of solitude. The weight of the years like a self-denial of threads in crucifixion. The sea without owner. The vacuum of poetry, the vacuum of life. The poetry of vacuum, the life of vacuum. The weight of your dead like…

A Casket of Roses//

  I try to tell my friends That I am the same person On the outside. The same smile, The same tears, The same pale skin that is trying to cover my lifeless soul. But what has changed now Is my urge to look forward to things My excitement when I look at people. I…

Utopia//

I can’t help but miss all the late night conversations we’ve had. They were very less,but enough to catch my undivided attention. That is the one thing I’ll never let go, no matter how far you drift away. You were the best person to call,in the middle of the night.Those conversations would practically last forever…

Seconds of change, 45

The red light starts everything in complete sintony. the car moves 3km The red light again a tree on the side, then the green, two trees an old woman on the street some trees an odd couple walking the yellow light appears hand with hand, heart with heart it lasts 30 seconds an old man…