Getting out that door…

I woke up to yesterday this morning, The sun unwelcome, muscles sore. The emptiness haunting, of everything around, The colours, the music, the morning dull, In which pleasure I once found.   I had lost what was at hand, And gone again too far this time. Was led astray by a falling star, That I…

Raising a storm…

Picking up a pen layered with dust, That settled over raging dreams and thirst The thoughts feel like scattered stock, The stories rubble, I realize.   Yet after all the time that passed, Now seems the time, to write those lines.   The raging dreams, now a quiet sea In the depths of which can…

Until Tomorrow…

A gleam of light over shadow cast, Like a mirror of hope held against the past And with wilful neglect is a wanting born To hold once more the moments gone Taking a moment out for disregard, For lessons forgotten and remaining scars Like breaking a charming spell cast – What the heart holds onto…

“You can go all your life collecting days, and none will outweigh the one you wish you had back” This is the first time I’ve attempted a poem in French.. Nostalgie. To all the beautiful relations that touch our lives, and loves we refuse to let go of… Followed by an English translation of the same, hoping…

Perverse Pleasures…

“And all I loved, I loved alone”- Edgar Allen Poe. I remember reading the poem for the first time. And for a moment it was quite like looking into a mirror. I read in a go, holding my breath, each following line quicker than the preceding one, and falling into a ready agreement as it…

Dusk and Dawn…

The long flight ends for today, To their homes the herons find their way. They might pass over mine, i think, Yet, to me, home seems so far away.     The sun takes shelter under pink skies, A curtain on the triumphant day, ‘Do you ever settle?’, is its final call To the wind…