Do the Walls of my school Of my old home Of the roads I travelled by Do the walls remember me. Silent as they are In Silence do they hold in their brick hearts The space for mystic memories. Do the Wall on which I was pushed back and beaten The Wall that stained … Continue reading Do the Walls of my school
I saw a mother Playing with an infant Sitting on the curb Child on arms The world moved 'as is' around And I did not know the story Of the mother and the child But then again – who knows Who ever knew in this earth of billion years The story about the … Continue reading Mother and child
Every drop of my tear evaporates Alone I burn never to be such whole again
Every disturbance is a drop of molten gold This is not poetry This is Desperation Desperation To cry out aloud When all those doors close And all you can do is bang each door If that's all Bang with music And hands might bleed and stink Drops of red molten gold Open doors I do … Continue reading This is not poetry
The skyscrapers had turned pink in dusk The bushes were growing darker It wasn’t yet the time For evening lights to make morning of night Yet to them, I still could not keep to Jealousy failure helplessness insult Their bites were love bites, I basked in pain With no thought, I went on … Continue reading Only mortal memories remain
It was raining When I missed to see the rain Now it just rains I dont think she misses me anymore The rain seems to have moved on Leaving me With just you all And I remember dying to live.
I dont have anything bloody to say Silence might not be inactive Inactivity is finally silence Only when clouds can speak I sing Bowing when silent trees clap I am human Even if I have nothing else to say I am still human - with shields yet not bought