Tired of his own face 

face scared with emotions 

loss and hurt and regrets 

his heart whispering words

the mind couldn’t conceive 

he took a deep breath 

and  unfolded his wings 


My Desire 

The moon watches us 

it’s light casting unbreakable spell

her eyes dark and intimate

touches and awakens my desire

her fragrance dark and seductive

how I long to touch and taste 

My letters 

Many are times I weary sat myself 

by the over of the roaring river

and heartlessly wrote her letters

cold and teary and sad letters

but later crumbled and tore them apart 

but today still sad and teary I wrote 

a lovely letter and folded it into a paper boat 

and in her direction I let it sail 

and humbly made a prayer she find it 

a last glyph of my love to her 


the dusk rolls over

birds on the trees ready to roost 

but in your eyes dwells love

like wild creepers, 

trailing and twinning my torso

and slowly I fall from its weight 

Little dreams 

The night is moonless

still darkness won’t cloak my dreams 

clasped in the hand are my little dreams 

with spirited soul I fight to keep

tonight with nothing to moon over

but a lot to look forward to

Because these are my little dreams

Her name 

I once wrote her name

bold and italicized

in my heart

when her lovely smile 

like a blooming rose

lit up the lackluster of the days

when her beauty

like a sweet rising sun

had nothing compared to


Sad moments came

sorrow engulfed

never rubbing her name

it remained the predator

sorrow it’s prey

that which rubs out displeasure


Then one day she departed

her name burnt my heart

her name bold and italicized

won’t be erased 

it squeezed my heart

the days went back to dull

and slowly I grew weak

still her name won’t be erased



a flash and gone

lit her bare body

the grey sky opened up

hard water pellets spitting on her skin

how she loved and adored the pelts

the water plaiting her hair

in thin warm layer rounded her curves

it’s touch so forcible

She tingled in relief