In the drops of rain
and the wind that blows
in the bees humming around you
can you listen ?
In the tears of a kid
and a dog that moans
in the pigeons that fly
can you listen?
In the heart that beats
and whispers of the night
in the dreams that were murdered
can you listen?
In the life that goes
and the life that is left
in the time that remains
can you listen?
In the voice unheard
and the voice rejected
in the regrets if not listening
can you listen?
In a moment of madness
he burned his diary
his thoughts, his poems
his life was burning to ashes.
Inside he laughed thinking of
days to come.
when there would be no calling
in his heart to write.
No nights spent asking himself his worth
Failure didn’t made him a loser
It just made him forget that he wasn’t ordinary.
We all deserve an end
End from Travesty
End from Unknowings
End from unchased dreams
End from failures
End from crowds
End from the false mirrors
And finally end from ourselves
to the bright light
which does not judge
just embraces with open arms.
Grandeur of her beauty creates delusions
be it any time of the day
her eyes , her hair and her smell
hit me more than a shot of scotch
but I don’t fight it back
I can’t.
I wouldn’t.
Because some addictions are meant to suffered
but never to understand.
In a quest to outshine the darkness
the sun decided to travel,
to galaxies so far away
whom no ever dared to unravel.
But during the path it decided to stop
after seeing a beautiful thing
a planet that looks blue and lively
floating in a dead sink
From years to come and years to go
both craved for each other’s attention
so they decided to roamed around in each other’s aura
till their untimely end
a travel turned into a tale
others say into a phenomenon
let’s pack our bags and go away
in search of our such dimension.
Tiny drops
a little walk
cold weather
some coffee
a hot bed waiting inside
a dog moaning
a chapter unfinished
drinks and leftovers
I wish weekends were like this.
Writings to Heaven 