他总是那么沉默
如河底的卵石
秋天的浮叶
静静地飘过
惊讶他的洁白
季节的洗涤
翻滚着涟漪的心
他却无声无影地
栖息在大地的平静
卵石的个性
他总是那么沉默
如河底的卵石
秋天的浮叶
静静地飘过
惊讶他的洁白
季节的洗涤
翻滚着涟漪的心
他却无声无影地
栖息在大地的平静
Category: Poetry and Prose
Roses And A Bee
The roses are fragrant clouds
resting upon my keen attention
the bee flutters
drowning in nectar
losing its mind
Such frantic love
moves me to regret
Overwhelming beauty
deserves deep dives
liberating from
any hope of tomorrow
or freedom of life
* Photo by Cassa Bassa
Co-existence
The pain of breaking in new shoes
before they fit like gloves
The exhilarating new love we feel
Make love till it hurts
Rain and blue sky
both beautiful
Pain and pleasure
blurry is the line
Between Them
He still sends her presents
helps her to pay bills
cares about her from a distance
She keeps those gifts
pays her bills with his money
thinks about him sometimes
Giving is a blessing
Receiving validates his existence
A Man
return after a long day
your voice is hoarse
your stubble gives
sandpaper kisses
your coarse fingertips
run along my back
electricity
coursing through my body
this is home
you built with strong hands
and masculine quality
River
I wanted to be a lake
But you made me a river
Passion gushed from my sanctuary
Earnestly flowed toward you
You were an island
But I wanted you to be a raft
I was so far gone with my mind
incapable of being tied down
My tears broke the flood gate
Forever gone with the stream
See And Seeing Not
She doesn’t want to be seen
covering herself
with piercings
and dark eyeliner
He sees her quiet wit
That’s how
a blind man
falls in love
Stop Revive Survive
No doesn’t always mean
I Don’t want to
It means
I can’t right now
Timing is everything
It’s ok to say no
The world shouldn’t
panalise you
just because
you put yourself first
instead of being the giver
keeps on giving
without reservation
It’s ok to say no
Self preservation gives space
to restore, rejuvenate
and be a more cheerful giver
Love one another
Self love comes first
for the benefit of
loving others
Queen of The Night
The overwhelming sillage
is a reminder
of your presence
like the queen of the night
in the garden
keep blooming
in my dreams
I bury my nose
in the musky pillow
the base note
of your perfume
Memory is such a
torturous ghost
I can’t wait for
the light to wilt
all these illusions
into scentless buds
Before Sunrise
I watch these two
before Sunrise
Knowing my father
values my son’s company
more than the glorious sun
He is an old man
seen many sunrises
My son
for the first time
experiences the magnificence
of a new day
with his favourite person
I love watching sunrise
But my eyes
cannot move pass
the love between them
They are worth
missing the sunrise for
Flicker of Thoughts 