Wish it were as easy…

Wish it were as easy as it looks to sleep in your bed and not dream or worry, contemplate or feel sorry. The aftermath of longing isn't always the morning sun, but insomnia. In a city where noise drowns out the crickets and dew drops are askew knowledge may give us all the power, but… Continue reading Wish it were as easy…

Corner

The room looks infinite from a corner maybe it's the light? or my mind playing tricks on me? just the physics? Could be. But the sun will set soon and the grey mist will envelope the room and all the scattered furniture within. I wonder what I will think of then? the pink lamp on… Continue reading Corner

A short poem in a book of verses my father wrote…

There is a poem in the book of verses my father wrote for his mother as she lay dying a thousand kilometers away from him in the cancer ward of an hospital plagued not with the disease but the longing for sleep and some rest at the finale of a life that didn't say a… Continue reading A short poem in a book of verses my father wrote…