I observe, what others just see; at times even don’t see. Small things, that matter not, can stay forgot, but it brings, much difference to a li’l world, I seem to make for myself. I’m blunt, I ask it direct, a curiosity to understand, why life is bland without that little piece; like one missing … Read more On observing..
tick-tock, tick-tock, the clock still knocks, on the window of my eyes. rules, my mother says: “six hours of sleep, that you must keep; switch off the PC now, go to bed,” with love; I start counting sheep. but midnight, midnight, that’s writing hour; along comes a thought, yes, I love it a lot, and … Read more Writing hour
an empty book in my hand, an empty mind and my heart, I sat once, unknowing of how to say what I felt. knew not why I felt a void, felt unease even to speak; knew not a soul would listen, only pretend to understand. heart knew not how to lie, words had to escape, … Read more How it all began
A question I ask myself now, Have I really been a true friend? If so, can I tell, to what end? No, a doubt still remains somehow. I feel your presence, yet I feel alone, hear the still silence, till it is echoes, your sound far away, Where am I today? Your company you do … Read more Questioning myself
I see myself at the start of the race, Alone: no crowd, no cheers; no sun, just rain; I see a dream, in the drops, on my face, It calls me home, past the clouds, past the pain. Hey! Is it worth? Didn’t I fall last time I followed my heart’s voice? I leave the … Read more New beginnings..