new shores

love long left
a tortured soul,
left rotting from the inside
not even a new century
can bring salvation
not even new shores
can show
how love feels


scavengers running through idle minds
hoping to find pockets of life
in mindscapes scarred
by tumulus generations
of violent

distances relative

when time comes for decisions to be made
day recedes into the cold night, no warm thoughts


starlight express

eyes reflecting upon windows
opening up to stellar landscapes
bathed in darkness, painted by majestic nebulae
the loneliest among the wandering stars
shines heartbroken...


it felt like an end

the walk
the match
the marriage
the days and nights
the life and love
and it lasted but a few minutes

how i wish, this remained forever,
having understood the reality of life,
in between the darkness.

how you wish, they never happened,
that we never parted, that you never walked away.

this dream, from when we've never awaken
spills sunlight into misery
tries hard to heal
broken realities

i wish for love again
for separations are painful
when they happen in our minds
and not in life.


this journeys

they find a purpose on their own, the twinning, mingling of routes that you and me take. they come alive, flourish in awe of the expansive landscapes. in my mind, in memories it was all too staggering and unbelievably majestic that i lost words to describe it.


wandering, capturing space, the twinkles of after rain stars in an otherwise cloudy universe.

writing days

a few words made up the initial discovery of emotions in you.
you were alive. feeling the existence of connections, the chapters grew, filling voids of urgency.
days became months and life left our existence.

clear blue sky

there is this feeling in the heart right now, knowing there was never a you and there is always me in this world.



my rendezvous with you. this life does not fail to reach and touch every single day. in those moments, it expands, fills space with passion to live. and you wake up everyday, to watch the first sunrise then to call me. days melt into night, same poetry resonates a new meaning every new day. your eyes, your passion lives in me.

passion, abstract.


the music

the longest days are filled with music. nowadays the only salvation to the soul seems to be your playlists, the ones that we built. the lyrics symbolizes much of our thoughts, many of our wishes and almost all of our dreams. we lived on notes of music.

music we shared.


random walks

the cruelest moments in ones life comes to dawn when we realize all the wrong people we have been listening to and all the wrong words. and having a lost heart to comprehend something that is right, but never was felt in the eyes.



till this day, your presence makes my heart flutter. your images kill me. but you were never mine, and never will be here with me on this grand journey. how i wish the opposite. i still love you.

living life uncharted.



a night of dreams brought back memories I never wished for. looking back today, those were the touches I really wanted for eternity. you live in those dreams, you never gave up on me in those dreams.

a night of dreams.


electric dreams

there was this strong vibration when i held you the other night. amazing mesmerizing warm, seductive and sensual. the feeling felt at the core of the soul, the moment of euphoria, tangled dreams and raw skin touching to illuminate the minds eye. the bright light of liberation, the engaging kiss, the laughter and the ultimate ending. on pages of journals, in memories and to the future.


return to me

in life and in death. one question lingers. where do you return to. whom do you go to. it doesn't dawn in our early years, i doesn't ring a thing during the god awful 'learning curve' years. but there will come a time of retrospection that you live for-ever. at that time you and me will ask the same question. or wish for the same thing. return to me. i promise this will be forever.


evening rain

something i was expecting last summer evening, you and the rain. the fragrance of earth showered with first drops of rain brought back childhood adventures in rain-jungles. the always mysterious boundaries set around a magnificent sunset never changes with age. then it was all gone, and you came. and the rest of the day was filled with jokes and laughter. those memories will haunt many ages, and then those too will wither away.



at some point in life we develop the capacity to form words and full sentences. and at that very point in life we start to be careless with our words, we loose respect for words. then comes indecisiveness in life, which quickly morphs into fear. but i guess what is worst is when you choose not to say anything, and everything slowly blurs into the walls of yesterday and past memories. i just want to tell you that i really enjoyed those words, how careless, how careful or how beautifully confusing they were. i really lived those words.


of the many yesterdays

i looked around to find warm memories in the eyes of a lot of people. and when i asked, if its to last forever, they said yes. but i want to erase my painful memories. there are some that inflict more pain each time. and they said just look at it as something done and sealed. but i look at it as something that could have been better. the day you left. the time it rained at night and i sunk into bed with a painful heart. the tears that dried and warm winds that blew streams of assurance in the cold night. those memories, reluctantly flowing even today.


the variety of issues, the magnitude of the events, the characters involved and the reaction. it brings out pure human emotion, divine disregard for the surrounding and instant gratification for all souls involved. that's the power of communication, piercing through the deafening silence of the digital scapes. i need that once a day, twice max. ill be fine. how about you?