That fear That fear that won’t let me say That I love you That fear that you… You won’t add,”I love you too” That fear threatens To consume;to burn down Down to ashes,to nothingness That fear drowns me That fear chokes That fear is my curse

I Saw Her Yesterday

I saw her yesterday In the shade she was resting I looked at her,such a magnificent beauty  I saw her move,startled by my gaze I had to turn and look away I could not stand looking at her eyes They made me feel as a peasant in presence of a princess A princess she was…


Sitting at that dark corner Surrounded by the four walls The almost crumbling walls The rainwater dripping through the sheets Splashing to his black dirty boots Wind whistling through the cobweb-filled ventilation Paints peeling off  His gaze shifting  From one photo frame to another Photos of her,photos of them Before him,cigarette butts in ashtray Empty…

Her Fragrance

Her fragrance Her sweet smelling breathe Down my nostril It makes me weak It arises my desire My desire of her Her fragrance Down my nostril