If waves can come and go without tiringIf moon can be there till there is nightIf clouds can remember their path so wellI can too, knock on your door ..
I open the windowand snow has fallen, freshDawn is yawning behindthose mountainsHer still young face sleepsdeep in my bed.This must be the dream. Agai..
Why do you write poems?People ask.If you scribble to pass the nightMany assumes if my words arefor some lady with rock heartWhy i always write longing..
Let your untied hairs embracethe pillow we sharedAs if an infinite song, murmurme in mornings to comeLaugh no different when warmthof the shower drop ..
Maybe that is life!A few strides aheadAnd then cease.Laugh of a minuteAfter an hour cry.Meagre of daydreamMountain of woe.Azure sky to wonderA corner ..
We walked miles todayMiles. Four maybe.Under the shadows oftall Indian RosewoodWhere sun peeped on us tooutline the golden of her brown hair.Walked by..
Where should i walkIf not the garden of your love?If not your favorites,What songs i must hum?The blue sky or rainbow doesn'thover me but just your th..
Oh no!I won't talk of the rain hereNor of the kiss after that fancy dinnerOr of the one after our fightIt was just another thursday eveningWe were out..