You plan to fill empty spaces With stories crawling out of your soul They are damned but beautiful, and wildly defiant Pouring out in torrents they claim territories Inch by little inch, they grow out of obscurity They paint vignettes of abandoned dreams Dashed hopes and trampled yearnings Lost love and tragic endings A past … More Immortalized


I pursue happiness like a moon trailing the sun as it sinks and rises to the other side of the earth, desperately, hopelessly. I catch a glimpse, now and then, of its blinding light from afar. But its warmth slips past my fingertips before I can even realise what it means to escape from the … More Luna


When the past feels out of touch And now is filled with lies When the pain is too much And the tears scald her eyes She thinks of velvet skies Where the moon gleams brightest Among thousands of dazzling stars And she knows that her chest Heartbreak viciously carved Will one day stop hurting And … More Transitory

Two Worlds

I live in two worlds One is as warm As a balmy summer The other is cold Like a winter’s breath Where there is sun I can see the infinite field Of jade and amber And to my ears they whisper A song of joy and laughter In the narrow road Where darkness reign My … More Two Worlds


  She is long gone But her presence lingers I smell her in your silken sheets A hint of cinnamon and vanilla And something else I can’t place I hear her laughter when the wind Coax music out of the door chimes I feel her gentle hands Everytime I take out your coffee mugs And … More Indelible

A Futile Waltz

How can it be so banal And yet irresistible This bizarre dance Of uncertainty You and me Taking one step forward And two steps back Back and forth We sway in a rhythm No one else can hear We are waves Kissing the shore Only to retreat Gather our frayed nerves Praying this time It … More A Futile Waltz

A Vignette: Black Saturday

Image source: There are a hundred memories I would like to bury but one When you looked at me And saw madness in my eyes And instead of turning away You embraced it wholeheartedly As if you almost understood The demons residing in my soul

The Story of Us

The words escape yet again Strange, they are within my grasp I feel them churning under my skin Wanting to crawl out into the sun I long to take a knife and carve an opening Let them flow like water into an ink bottle So that when the time is ripe for reckoning I will … More The Story of Us