fiction and poetry, Life, Poems, poetry


I slip in my dreams,
And the cold water resurfaces,
I was near,
You : an oasis in a sky full of snow :
Teach me now,
make me untouchable.

When the heart is just,
an untouched dreamy almond,
Do you dream of a bloom?
Or you crush it?
Just to taste the ordeal.

To remember a voice
Is to douse self in fire,
It shall tone down with words
and voices and sadly dreams.

No wonder they once told me to use
the cooking oil pleasantly.

Fire has every answer,
Remember your rotations, if ever
Were blasphemous , No wonder.
I still remember the eyes, the untouched orange sky.
Give me an address

Make me a Phoenix.



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