Soft hum dissolves into hypnotised air;
That surrounds the sleeping angel.
Sweetened breaths travel the nasal freeway;
As the hum transforms into silent beats.
...
Burried in the pages, I struggle
to breathe; Sticking my neck out
half dead; From my grave
a chapter half read
...
When you light a candle this year
Capture the spark in your eye
let it twinkle through the life
like a star pasted in the sky
...
The stars shall shine little longer
tonight, little brighter as well, for they
need to match the spark of her eyes. The
flowers ' fragrance shall have to live
...
Through the corner of her eye
she catches me, fumbling with
my blackberry's key. Taps on my
shoulder; says, “ Pop - I am here”.
...
buying dreams was easy for me too
Just signed up a loan
; leveraged and bought all;
Cheap money could buy..
...
I create and destroy
I am the wheel sunk in the mud
I am the path and the clouded dust
I am you
...
The eyes that spoke one day
are silent now, like a limpid moon
that has lost it's motion
to a dark flying monster.
...
Little painter in my home;
Standing, sitting, thinking alone.
With colors she does create;
Deep thoughts that permeate;
...