Life is
like a spark
from a campfire,
Gio
PoetryMy son was a poet
And a wise boy too
At times he seems confused
Not knowing what to do
Secret
PoetryI am a secret
I am kept in the dark
I am the sweetest indulgence
I will not be shared
I am a secret
Blender
Poetrylike onions
being cut
tears of fear
rolling
Soft rain and Grey skies
PoetryThere will come
These Sundays
With soft rains
And Grey skies
Soon
Poetry
Early Mornings or rather Late Nights
Street Photography
February 28, 2006, 7:11 AM
Surya Mandir
Whoever knows me also knows I am not a fan of early mornings. I prefer the silence and solitude of the night. It allows me to think better, to understand better, and to find peace.
Moon
PoetryThere is this similarity
between our love
and the moon
Oblivion
Poetryfrom soulmate
to oblivion
in 60 seconds
Volcano
PoetryI wanted to remain
This mountain
Where you could
Flow joyfully