Is it me ? or is it the magic of you being with me I rest my case at our threshold here I test waters with both my feet immersed if I swim across my ocean I regain youth and die unseen  if I drown I get to see the bottom of our sea entangled in weeds  immersed in salt...

Open to the winds, wolves, elements hunger, thirst, passion, love , fruits of fufilment acid rains of forbidden lakes  is it one single sun ray ? or it is one dark cloudy drape  over the head of a shy lass  bride that could be and never would be  groom that should be...

he sand storm we live through the sand that rusts all and sundry all that comes in it's wake the sand that turns all dusty the sand that makes one thirsty the sand that blows memories the sand that throws caution to winds the sand that make bread edible the sand that...

Captive of memories I walk backwards watching my each step I search for footsteps do I leave some or do I make new ones? Time follows me on tip toes he blows the storm to erase all  I wait by the river bank for moon to turn full  a century has walked by  another will...

Sunlight has invaded every nook and corner silence broken flowers bloom grass rose from slumber birds are hungry one more time one more night slipped away undecided from darkness' grip one more time the cold war is settled night has lost in favour of morning...

while roaming on this earth I turned into earth and boiled with the sun to touch skies to fathom it's height with my barely clad arms that enveloped your shoulders   I turned into river while roaring through my dreams I turned into blood surged running down your...

Incessant chirping of the little black bird continues to hammer listen to me O' woman I may not be a wise old man yet I am most certainly a young little bird I am life and love I am naive and awkward I am not to be tamed...   but I am a bird that may not fly away...

The rain when it falls seeks permission from the earth with thundering calls and the air in my room suddenly turns silent   I can hear blood rushing in my ears clouds outside gather in hordes the thrust of the crowd pulls my heart over the bridge that links our...

let's kill the end of  the time lest we are turned mortal by it's delicate intricacies that stay suspended at our threshold from the moment we step a foot in time let's kill the end of the time lest it leads to chaos, unheeded by the turmoil set deep in our hearts and...

  a woman dreams and knit some thoughts with a thread woven of desires and she wonders if they need some glue some kind of binding agent to keep them from falling apart or they just hold together with the intricate design that knits them   she wonders if the...