When the world goes still, Each and every voiceblares. All the moans, the cries, the shrill, Buried by modern confessional and prayers. I closed my eyes in the forbidden hour, Listening through the concrete and steel, And never before that I feel, The world is unbearably loud. ...

The light. The glowing light, Brighter than a blast, Hotter than the sun. It burns my brows and sight. The candlelight, Glaring 'fore my face, In this tight, dark place. ...

A farmer, Tending to the land. His back facing the sun. His face eyeing the earth. A shepherd looks up at birds in the sky. (splash) "Oh, wouldn't it be lovely to fly!" ...

A grasp of cold airWakes me up from reality.I stand by the bed,Letting the indifferent realisationSlowly conquer the mind,Realisation ofWhat, when, where, who.Who?Looking back at me from the mirrorIs the familiar strangerWith the fast-growing moustacheAnd the terribly wide shoulders.Oh—Right. I let ...

My tears are not watery, For they are rich in colours, In emotions, Pooled up inside me. So rich, Sometimes, They won't come out. ...

One bright candlelightHas withstood the strongest storm.One day it is gone. In the universe,Full of stars, planets, and space,Life dies silently. Storm heavily whirls.Leaves are blown far and away,Leaving trees barren. One passed; you panick...

—the morning light pierces through the silent misty wood— Breaking Willy’s wild dream, waking up the world— “How are you, beautiful?” say the laughing lads— “Wonderful, thank you!” says the smiling girl with her knotted limbs— (The Bell strikes 9 times) White Dove leaves its crowded noisy nest— “In ...

I loved weddings. I sat—legs swinging—as the Bride and GroomWalked past me, lighting up the roomWith honey-glazed smiles. At the altar, the Groom held the Bride's hands.Palms against palms; fingers against fingers.They kissed. Two lips merged into one. I walked to them to say congratulations.I told ...

Let darkness envelop me— Like a soft blanket full of sympathy.Let gentle wind comb my tangled hairAnd whisper into my ears whereMunch's stream incarnadine mayInundate Debussy's Mild Ray.Let the stars glimmer over meLike the seasonings weFought over for our soggy cod.Let that couple laugh after their...

A yellow leaf, lying under the deepPond. Encrustations and vegitations. The grand old Time.Pondbed rises. FoliagePetrifies. Wet lips curve, tremble.Water.Sea?...

ThegushingriverAn empty vessel floatsSilvery striped hulls—pushed onwards—And drowns...silentlyThegushingriver...

All land has two doves. Two doves in the steel Cage.It pricks the free wingsAnd ensnares the bleds.But two? Why two? Says who? Why two?Is the Cage too oppressive for threeOr too dismissive for one? But they say it has always been two.Only two and always two.But says who?Says here on the little Cage....