Tell me where does the moon go,
Why does she sometimes hide her face?
Silver beauty, heart’s delight,
Hiding in shadows, oft she’s missed.
Bridging realities: through the Universe in our Hearts
Tell me where does the moon go,
Why does she sometimes hide her face?
Silver beauty, heart’s delight,
Hiding in shadows, oft she’s missed.
Prisoner. Of this modern life, this complex way, a web of stress, pressure and drive. You run, racing forward, oblivious to the present and too forgetful of a past you should learn from. What use is success when you become suffocated by it? Caught in the chase, always yearning for more, you are never satisfied.ContinueContinue reading “Prisoner”
Those moments that lift you up, after you’ve been torn down Nurture your spirit, and erase your frown Coming all of a sudden, a gift on the wind Whispering softly, a song just for you When you hold my hand, and never let it go When you seize me strongly, and take me away *ContinueContinue reading “Hold my hand”
She walks, barefoot, Across the shattered glass of her broken dream. Soles, tender like those of a child, Cut open, bleeding upon those splintered shards. Waking pain, a tender agony, at least they Bring something to this timeless abyss. She groans, rolls over, In the infinite spirals of her mind she turns. Staring, eyesContinueContinue reading “Insomniac”
Writing has always been a part of me, as opposed to something that I do. It comes in sporadic outbursts and disjointed fragments, bubbling up from the subconscious parts of my soul, seeping from the closed corners of a heart that remains mysterious and foreign to me.