Saturday, June 2, 2012

Let it remain untitled

Words are defense mechanism,

Such that;

They come to combat

Silence within;

To win a war

And create what they call a poem

Saturday, August 6, 2011

In Bruges, In Brussels

A part of me is still there

And will be;

Where I traveled

Cycling

And walking

On the cobbled roads

Weaving imaginations

With the real

On a moonlit night

With open tresses,

Dancing along the wind,

With bated breath

And eyes closed

I could see the city

And walk on its history

Back and forth in time

With you

Before sunrise…

Saturday, June 11, 2011