she wore her heart, on a tattoo sleeve. her feelings inked, all a jumble. from poetry, to lyric art. these words she couldn’t mumble. eyes almost dead, glistening with tears, not one emotion read. her lips sealed shut, tongue in a knot, no words could be said. she wore her heart, on a tattoo sleeve, … More Tattoo Sleeve
~ Your lips, your skin have me enchanted and I would like nothing else but to savor them each and every second of my being. ~ 2.34 4.24.18 Smit.
I like this Us sitting beside the window, having coffee and listening to the birds? Not just that, but also the way we are talking You smiled a little, “what do you mean?” Usually when we talk, alone or not alone, your voice is deep, concrete, confident. Right now, it’s different, its tender and on … More I Like This
“sweet spring is your time is my time is our time for springtime is lovetime and viva sweet love (all the merry little birds are flying in the floating in the very spirits singing in are winging in the blossoming) lovers go and lovers come awandering awondering but any two are perfectly alone there’s nobody … More Spring – 4.21.18
According to the archaeologists, this boy has a reverent gesture but I really believe that he is smiling, probably at a guest or someone. To me, his smiling expression says – “Please join me! Let’s have fun together! I invite you to join me for my great adventure!” I love him! Btw, this is actually … More Smiling Sudhana
Let the light of late afternoon shine through chinks in the barn, moving up the bales as the sun moves down. Let the cricket take up chafing as a woman takes up her needles and her yarn. Let evening come. Let dew collect on the hoe abandoned in long grass. Let the stars appear and … More Awakening
Yesterday when I saw the moon shining bright I knew that the demons had rise And that my crying moans will sound again Sweetheart, what have you done this? You told me in the morning dust that you loved me That perhaps, you want me to love you the same I became the martyr … More Sweetheart, What Have You Done This?
They say that the time never stops But didn’t they tell you that I can even stop drops? It’s me, the photograph, who’ll hold you Till the time it gets better, even if the time flew People say that I’m just a copy, just an ‘it’ But I’m capable of holding moments, making everything lit … More The Photograph
I have been in Cincinnati since August 2017. I have known the Ludlow Street since November 2017 and it has not failed to amaze me each and every time I visit it. This street has a lot of shops and stuffs but my favorite are the coffeehouse Lydia’s on Ludlow and then the Esquire Theater. … More Stories from Ludlow Street
You’ll watch this place when you pass by A place of butterflies and fireflies Dancing with the pink bleeding hearts You’ll realise that life’s short, it’s an art Never hide what you are, what you want If you won’t let out your words, they’ll haunt There are good times, there are bad times Remember when … More Butterflies & Fireflies