#165 – Phenomenon

Insatiable hunger: A passion that never subsides. Tireless slumber: A body with unwakeable eyes. We live Lying in our death throes. We die Crying in a deaf world. One may hope And one may wish, But never know what lies betwixt Our thoughts And experiential slopes.

#164 – Decay

What is love if not gilding of the living flower? What is hate if not this flower left to sour? With each passing and coming day, These precious petals are blown away.

#160 – Seasons

Ten Summers passed And everything has changed. But the desire to hold and caress Your heart and hands. If those lips are meant for me To seal and steal warmth from you: Then that fate so far has rejected me. And kept me away from you. What if there is no fate And anything can … Continue reading #160 – Seasons