M U S C A

Musca domestica on a morning greed;
Being a vector towards the new floral bed.
Succulent Trichostema, nefariously gorgeous;
Ornamental nectar, sensually generous.

The etanolic fragrant petals open up slowly,
Divulging their coveted sweetness all down completely.
Flapping so fast, embraced by precious wings;
Zooming around, the Musca swings.

Penetrating deep until it’s base,
Angelically sweeping every drop in chase.
Extracting the flavourful against the morning blue,
devouring flowers, opulence in all day pursue.

A Barren Dream


Flares of the Dreams in the dusk,
the far, deep things of dreamland;
The golden rims of the husk,
preserves grains of million dreams in sand.


The wings that cannot fly,
are the dreams of barren fields;
A single feather traversing the rays,
is now a particle for the map of lost dreams.


The only afterlife remembered,
is now in a form of stains of my dreams;
The one that is now surrendered,
was once a fecund field paused in rain.

I M P L A C A B L E

I no longer feign tenderness,
I don’t dawdle in cynical love.

The perennial elements I face in all aridity,
and in annual shedding I embrace the loss.

My words haunt to transgress my sanity,
mishaps turned into perpetuity.

Swirling pain, running through my vein;
Ambiguity of cessation, no sign of rain.

A Knot in Air

We will form us as a straight line
that will bend never;
And we’ll create a fate in spine
which will be stemmed forever.

We will tie our breathes in air
that will run beyond time and space;
And will lie a confession in dare
that will sum bond in rhyme and grace.

You make my heart smile
when you ease my trouble in a while;
When clouds are thick and skies are grey
you put some sunshine in my day.

Tomorrow is never we’ll promise
to grow up like an arm in a dream;
Today is whatever we’ll trace
to hold up like a farm with a spring.

There is no reason to be sad if we fall apart
now you’ve taken away the bad, I can call my heart;
If lost and alone, we would die in our memories
if you hold my hands, we should fly away and freeze.

BY T H E W O O D S

Cold is creeping inside and I shiver,
I’m cloned as I stop by the river.
Full of misery and nothing worth to retrospect,
memories untied to levitate and reflect.

Swarming up to my spines,
though, this blizzard is sublime;
In the silent wind of life,
singing the eternal elegies of time.

But I’ve promises to keep,
and miles to go before I sleep.
Between the woods and frozen river
I’ve some more rhymes in quiver.

A S N O W Y D R E A M

Everything is freezing,
and the wind is breezing;
Clouds beyond clouds above us,
crisply, the bright snow whispers.

Rejuvenating flakes, crunching beneath our feet,
valleys camouflaged along the crystal streets;
Tenderly landing till it melts on your cheeks,
your hands in my pocket, until our souls speak.

The branches bend over like spindly fingers,
beyond the snowy hills, our eyes linger;
In the symphony of twilight blizzard,
we stop snowshoeing until the light withered.

The cold earth slept below,
above the cold sky shone.

When the stars have glittered the skies,
in the middle of the dark we rise;
Shivering in our nakedness,
by the cold wood bonfire, our souls dress.

Icy-blue skies, unblanketing the dawn,
golden apricity, uncloaking the heaven;
The trees, houses, and hills and lakes,
are frosted like a wedding cake.

A U G M E N T E D D R E A M S

In the valleys of my dream
I surface my breathes over yours;
Navigating your love in my stream
I trace the whispers of your soul for years.

For every atom belonging to me
augmented to spawn into your sea;
The distillation of your soul’s fragrance
intoxicate me to solder your valence.

Like the flashing of a firefly in the night
winter commenced, leisure enough to feel;
Like the flapping of your wings in my flight
wind paused, deafening enough to heal.

Walking in the white snow
in a soundless space where we grow;
Calmness falls along the dews
where our dreams belace to glow.

U T O P I A

Air here is a benevolent ocean,
spirit here, lives in spontaneous impulsion;
Why not seize the pleasure forever?
let’s get lost in this endless leisure.

Cosmic spirits are native to this plethora of dreams,
sizzling of the trees whistles this Pristine;
Crossing hills runs high along the winding streams,
and clouds here diffuses the sun beam.

Far away from structured civilisation,
discovering life’s ancient equation;
In the wisdom of this assembling splend,
yes, I’ve landed in the fantasy land.

T R Y S T


A stream trickling down nearby,
thousands of stars frozen in the sky;
The land submerged in the moonlight,
dreams assembled in the stillness of full moon night.

The night is dark and endless,
and the mind levitating in silence;
Now that we have tryst to live,
let the affection revive.

Our love is writing a poetry in dainty letters,
layers of eyes-calligraphy, dried before the lips;
Two wild desires are craving each other,
met at last where the body limits.

Beyond wisdom and certainty,
that lies in the period of our breathes;
Our soul continues to liquify,
and the universe freezes.