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Untitled 10 Oct 2011 | 07:32 am
Touch my hands and remember, You are familiar here.. The green lines in your palm, are not new to me.. Life was rolling, dear, we knew each other before! In a dream of fog, we had met before we...
Untitled 20 Sep 2011 | 04:36 pm
Nothing has been changed, I still walk in the air, over the rushing, roaring crowd, and hear beckoning voices from inside.. Nothing has been changed, Despite many trials, I keep falling down the...
Reverie 19 May 2011 | 08:54 pm
Lights have turned off suddenly, my voice has gone somewhere afar, the sky, the beautiful earth, the singing birds,the river, everything vanished in my front.. I rose above the ground, in the wind,hi...
Writing a kite 6 May 2011 | 10:43 pm
"There is magic",you said: "in lines and curves, slanting,bending, and rounding, From tears, they bring petals of roses, and in cages they make garlands of throne!" "They are indelible words", you re...
Candles 27 Apr 2011 | 08:37 pm
From all those things, that comes and goes I Pick the trails, and make candles. When night's heavy rain, takes away the light, I light my candles. To see life,through the flickering flame. To see it...
after 20 Apr 2011 | 04:08 am
There was heavy rain, then flooded the men, into an island,far to reach As an aftermath, life changed into a bowl, of the bread, and drops of thirst Dreams were forgotten, for another life. Then, tur...
Rain 30 Mar 2011 | 08:25 pm
Shower of a rain, over the melancholic life, of a burning summer! I longed for my old home, night of memories, the butterflies inside, and an enticing song of rain playing over the roof!
On being without words 25 Mar 2011 | 07:39 pm
Words are unreliable beings. Sometimes they rush into the throat, straining the nerves, like the feeling around the eyes before it tears. Sometimes they move fingers under their power, and letters hap...
Green life 16 Mar 2011 | 06:00 pm
Green embraces, quietly,the night's rain.. And when it dawns gifts flowers bloomed last night.. Dew drops, of seven in shared rhythm, dances in the air, on tulips, like butterflies. As red sprinkles...
voices 16 Mar 2011 | 05:57 am
Through the window of sun rays & shades, laughter and pride of a day disappear. Then,as in every night, like all these years, I try to forget a face that was not mine.
