Counting Heads at my Funeral
A flower rusted out of time - I sleepCounting heads gathered at my eve. What needed always - a truthI am mating,For I was born and waiting. The shore shows…
A flower rusted out of time - I sleepCounting heads gathered at my eve. What needed always - a truthI am mating,For I was born and waiting. The shore shows…
Stays somewhere little ashes of thoughts,drowning in the middle of some stray stars,alone but surrounded by meaningless bushesof burdens. A walking thoughtstarts running on some unknown roadsirritated, and hopelessly trying…
Beyond the realities of this world,Beneath the quilt of imagination,a warm and placid life stays. Smitten life craves peaceand dies in the search of alternatives,But a smile introduced by imaginationis…
O,’ sand-and-dulls in her sandalswhat you need you tell mebut tell me the way she headedfor eyes didn’t tell when our gaze mated.
Before the early birds could sing a love song,Collecting the monumental lure of her love,He left her marooned in demise for long. She, who weighs priceless in heavens,Awaits in disguise,…
Listen Here In the glare of little sunshine,In blossoms of pink daffodils,With buckets of happiness,Presence is you. It's youin the first rain to the fists,In the closed eyes of the…
A pampered box of wood -scratched, cut, and demolishedstands in the corner of my heart.still to be noticed, silenced to be heard. It holds the memories, raw and baked,tiny and…