I am the society
I could hear the screams
And hear the pleads
But I choose to ignore
Because I am the society.
My ears vibrated hearing her pain
But I hugged my daughter and slept
My bare eyes ... Read More...
The Shy Guy From Last Bench
Late to catch up,
The sleepy eyes never were that lively,
To catch those hovering eyes or those short glances,
Short glances that were stolen,
Midst of the crowd; were evasive... Read More...
The Seven Farewell
They were the worst tears I ever cried
They were the annihilation and nirvana
The door to the soul and out of it
The most precious, the seven farewells
One of seven, I smiled as I bo... Read More...
It is winter here. Cold, feathers of snow float and dance and then hit the ground. Their weightlessness is adorable, so pure, so fragile and so beautiful. The thin thread between the consciousness and existence... Read More...