Last evening Anna went out crying
She walked round and round
Talking to silhouettes
Looked up and said,
...
I miss the times of togetherness
When the warmth
Of subtle thoughts prevailed
When the stream of your love
...
You are a star
That roams in the
Infiniteness of the universe
When I see you
...
You are a writer
I am a reader
Like a kid absorbed
In the magical darkness of the theater
...
I miss the times of togetherness
When the warmth
Of subtle thoughts prevailed
When the stream of your love
...
Some nights are
Dry and empty
Like a desert
Deprived of refreshing rain
...
Sitting on the rusty bench
In the solitary corner of the vast park
A quivering wish on my lips
...
All the love for you
And every bit of trust in you
My friend…
Has been frozen in time
...
I am as far as the star in the sky
Don’t wait for me
Forget me like an unfinished story
...
The night is still and
Dark
The moon is enwrapped
In the curtain of clouds
...
I am new in the arena of poetry. Comments on my work are welcome. Thank you!)
The Stranger
I only have thoughts
That become words
Scattered like the countless coins on the floor of a shrine
The words that clink and make soul stirring sounds
The words when mingled together
Paint a picture that completes me
That’s the world inside me
That’s the identity I can relate to