when the pains dont perish
dont make wrinkles on the forehead
a fetish
let the river meander
let waves rejoice in
the death of all bubbles
let horses graze on stubbles
of sighs
let us hear, at least now, the unheard cries
Zone of nothingness
Next
In the silent sky
why do we tie knots
when do we tie our smiles in knots
even a simple
moment to stare and dare
a smile
becomes a burden
why are knots so nice to cocoon
thoughts that you are so deeply seized of