How real is this fact That I’m out here, able and intact Underneath shelters and shelters of Clothes, blankets and thick walls Preserved in like a specimen Segregated and closed off in a pitch black cellular chamber That’s silent, faraway, and forgotten Awake, with a buried heart that wonders Whether there’s a man in aContinue reading “Boxed shell”
In the morning I see you in a whole new light. I sense you with a dream-like feeling in a surrounding that echoes faraway birds, where you’re looking away. This is a special place where you exist; sitting and reading alongside a line of Japanese sakuras in a Brazilian rain forest, where Indian elephants roamContinue reading “Line of sakuras”
I want to have my birthday in springtime again, When pink flowers blossom on trees and the world is misty and green with faraway callings of tropical, colorful birds. I want to jump on a freshly made bed again and play air guitar crazily like an innocent wild child.
Oh sweet bird, you who flies across from my house to his You are so high above, I wanna touch and pet you But you hurt me so, as you fly towards the rainbow always out of my reach. You cut me deep, each time you flutter away in dreams And I’m left dying withContinue reading “Chari चरी (Bird)”