Posts Tagged: Toxic

The Algebra of Love


He was in a city X He left as the sun set She came to city X The life was lush She was in the place Y Love was like a spy, Secret and terrified. The childlike love Wanted to

The Algebra of Love


He was in a city X He left as the sun set She came to city X The life was lush She was in the place Y Love was like a spy, Secret and terrified. The childlike love Wanted to

Consolation


You bring me, Consolation prizes, Since I am fading, Into dreamy mazes, Wavy sunrises, Belittled phases. You don’t need to console me, For I am dwindling Without an end, I am gyrating In the air like sand. Look, there are

Consolation


You bring me, Consolation prizes, Since I am fading, Into dreamy mazes, Wavy sunrises, Belittled phases. You don’t need to console me, For I am dwindling Without an end, I am gyrating In the air like sand. Look, there are

Snow


We can go Where there is snow, And no one can know Us. I will go there Wth a projection of you, Where there is snow, And no one can know Us. Your projection and me Will dance in my

Snow


We can go Where there is snow, And no one can know Us. I will go there Wth a projection of you, Where there is snow, And no one can know Us. Your projection and me Will dance in my

Tickling


Tickling. These are not tears, Just tickling in my stomach, Or moths in my heart, Or whatever. But not tears. They look like water drops, And taste salty as they drip, Across my cheeks and lips But these ain’t tears.

Tickling


Tickling. These are not tears, Just tickling in my stomach, Or moths in my heart, Or whatever. But not tears. They look like water drops, And taste salty as they drip, Across my cheeks and lips But these ain’t tears.

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,

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Bubble


I like the times when You pretend to be In the same floating Bubble as me. You raise your chin, And shine your eyes And don a soothing Filtered smile. I scan the bubble’s wall- It’s made of temporary films

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Bubble


I like the times when You pretend to be In the same floating Bubble as me. You raise your chin, And shine your eyes And don a soothing Filtered smile. I scan the bubble’s wall- It’s made of temporary films

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Searchings


On stars, colours and other little things…

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Searchings


On stars, colours and other little things…