Enigma of Love
Frozen eyes and scattered lips, that’s all left in your portrait.
Unzipped
wounds of cruelty are stained by scarlet white.
Fragments of linen hold up a fragrance which pierces my nose.
In your eyes, I am seeing me, placid,
But
mine turns out to be empty.
You, the...
Enlightenment Part II: The Answer
He awoke to the sound of birds singing as the morning
sun rose up from behind the bleached horizon,
and chased the night away with its holy fire.
Feeling apologetic for his behaviour, the man
decided to ask the wind, once again,
but this time a...
The Sound of Rain
Searching for meaning in an empty coffee cup he sat around
the busy café contemplating life.
The rain pouring out her dreams and hopes on the clear
window as if to shout out “It is me your searching for!”
The coffee now gone just as his will for...
Enlightenment Part I: The Question
On top of the green, infinite mountains
stands a man no older than eternity,
talking to nature as the soft whispers
of the wind echo in his ears:
telling him of a time before man,
when nature ruled in harmony around the globe.
...
A life without colour
My vision is only of gray.
“The world is a rainbow;” I know this for sure.
I’ve heard of the magnificent shades of human emotion.
I’ve seen them for myself, but I do not see in colour anymore.
I live within a personal orbit of dullness and nothing...