Posts Tagged: Poetry

Homecoming


Home Shines far out  In the horizon, Beyond the trees, And behind these Light bulbs. It streams through the wind In locked packets of hope. Like those mountains in  The distance, It’s unreachable, Unattainable. It’s a state. It’s moments. It’s

Homecoming


Home Shines far out  In the horizon, Beyond the trees, And behind these Light bulbs. It streams through the wind In locked packets of hope. Like those mountains in  The distance, It’s unreachable, Unattainable. It’s a state. It’s moments. It’s

The Point of Missing


So yesterday when you slept Of a tired and bleeding soul, I missed you. Like the plain  Missing the rain, The unwanted years  Missing the point, The broken car Missing the headlight, The annual diary Missing the smell of ink,

The Point of Missing


So yesterday when you slept Of a tired and bleeding soul, I missed you. Like the plain  Missing the rain, The unwanted years  Missing the point, The broken car Missing the headlight, The annual diary Missing the smell of ink,

Confusions


Confusions are like onions: I have to peel the layers, And cry a few unfeeling tears, And then peel , A few more; Till I find myself Standing in the middle of a round maze, Locked by spiral paths and

Confusions


Confusions are like onions: I have to peel the layers, And cry a few unfeeling tears, And then peel , A few more; Till I find myself Standing in the middle of a round maze, Locked by spiral paths and

Delusions


The New Moon And then the wind crept in. And soon it carried away with it the dense white smoke. “I had an epiphany just now!” He exclaimed in a voice that was broken like the edge of the terrace

Delusions


The New Moon And then the wind crept in. And soon it carried away with it the dense white smoke. “I had an epiphany just now!” He exclaimed in a voice that was broken like the edge of the terrace

There’s Something In This Rain


There’s something in this rain That makes the world look like a painting. And there is a little invisible Force in this drizzle That makes it fall Like curtains of wet smoke. And there are some memories too In these tiny vagabond

There’s Something In This Rain


There’s something in this rain That makes the world look like a painting. And there is a little invisible Force in this drizzle That makes it fall Like curtains of wet smoke. And there are some memories too In these tiny vagabond

The Layer of Vacuum


There is this layer of vacuum Enveloping everything that I do. It pulls me into its depth, And swallows the photons, That swim like tadpoles On the surface of my smiles. And when it sucks into its core The very

The Layer of Vacuum


There is this layer of vacuum Enveloping everything that I do. It pulls me into its depth, And swallows the photons, That swim like tadpoles On the surface of my smiles. And when it sucks into its core The very