Tonight I see a shadow of me against the wall. Actually half shadow. There’s no one at the terrace, just me, my breath, and dim phone light. I see the bats hovering over and empty roof tops. I always wonder what so important can people be doing inside their build up walls that they never […]Read More Breathing Skin Deep
Let the splash of water hit you. Let it hit you hard, Let it hit you sweetly. Let it’s temperature give you chills. And let it’s so-called blue brighten your mood. One splash at a time, one wave racing mind. But let it not sweep you ashore. As you are no sand. You are the […]Read More Let It
Her mind is a tumbler you see. It pours off things that it can no longer keep. It is sometimes empty and it sometimes creaks. It can also stir salty with sweet, and keep it all together, all in one heap. And with so much in, some things like residual sink beneath. Mostly it’s drowsy, […]Read More Her Mind is a Tumbler!
What do you call strange? A man walking by your side singing 90’s hymn. Or a little guy who met your eyes, in the mid of sunlight, begging with arms held high. I call them the common strangers. The ones who are strange not by ones nature, but just by knowing. We don’t know them […]Read More Strangers 2.0
How oft do you see men walking through the streets having eyes begging to be met. How oft do you see them roaming half-naked, not showing but showcasing their open wounds. Not clanking money in their pockets or whatever vessel they hold, but walking shamelessly, barefoot, with something below the waist. And with it they […]Read More Painting pictures of beggars down the street!