A Tale – 4.24.2018

First; he touches you and you light on fire. your wrist blazes where his fingers meet your skin. the burns don’t show, but it’s hard to breathe with ash in your lungs. it’s so hard to breathe. you’re suffocating daily.     Second; it hurts to watch him. he shines. he’s brighter than the sun. … More A Tale – 4.24.2018

An Instant

~ 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

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

Rogue Planet

  there are Jupiter-sized planets called rogue as predicted by an authentic astrologue. they roam around the galaxies on their own without a star or sun to call home little do we know about them one might say that they are filled with mayhem or perhaps filled with flowers of diamond dust but for flowers, … More Rogue Planet

Prolific

New York City Skyscrapers “I love New York, even though it isn’t mine, the way something has to be, a tree or a street or a house, something, anyway, that belongs to me because I belong to it.”                                   … More Prolific

A Song A Bird Sings

There’s a song a bird sings Outside my window Every morning and evening Per my reckoning, It welcomes the joy of the morning Whilst the sky blooms like a tender flower of lotus And it also farewells the twilight of the evening Whilst the sky closes like a tender flower of lotus All the while … More A Song A Bird Sings

Awakening

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

The Photograph

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