Resting as the centerpiece, you are creating my whole new niche Holding yourself up, mesmerising those lurking minds There is your reflection, entering from my eyes and into my soul Of a vast universe, of galaxies within you I am enthralled with the radiance you provide A shining ceiling, a whole new sky wide Maybe … More The centerpiece
This tale is about the time when you were my majestic wings, you made me experience that exuberant flight I felt a deep connection with those ruined feathers of lost love That sparkle dust of hollowness you carry in them With each new flight, with each new blow of wind I prayed for the wings … More Flight
In my absolute erratic thoughts When all the bad memories appear to be a crusader from a far land Armoured in a shining suit of my remorse I shall stand, anchored midst the falling embers of a cosmic thunderstorm Where I will become a warrior And I will bow down only in the chapel of … More The still land
Dear morning frost, let my leaves breathe a new life Till the sun crowns an amber hue, let my leaves live All I can do is plead for your mercy, to this sudden shrill of yours Those leaves rustle in my soul They carry my existence I might be greedy, even on my dead bed … More To the frost
You starved for everything you needed in life So you created your own limits midst that strife But your walls were ever increasing And you feared that one day they will close on you You feared that soon you will starve again All your hard efforts to cave in will go in vain So that … More Starve again
You are much more than settling with teary eyes More than that directionless poetry, filled with a young man’s lies You have the power to electrify and paint the blacking sky A summer storm, breaking the stillness You are no more a dead leaf, no more waiting to fall for someone You can rip the … More The sculpture
For as long as I remember these waves had been my home Swifting in melancholy , I sit midst my humble adobe Where my seasons have changed, where my brightest days have turned into the haunted nights Where I have hit the shore, taking a new dust of sand each time I feel this wave … More Waves
To the early night sky, when the silence was not so silent When the crescent silhouette would speak to me, when the translucent cast would make me believe, In the tales of true passion, of better lives When I was the pole star and you were the moonlight When the raging tides of my imagination … More Night sky
Before the dying of the light I want to sing a song Just before its last flicker My words, my thoughts wanted to express something for quite long It has been a while, since the time this light was born And now that it is demising Let me complete this soulful prose It will be … More Light
When each passing fable is not so similar She brings a new smile back to life And for days that have passed with every inch of your skin The hearts shine brighter than the moon With perfect freckles and even more perfect sins She rises into an unsettled aliveness and think a little less For … More She.
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