It’s one of those nights when I try to forget you (when I try to set free the stars of your memory)   The ink flows and speaks of you   you become my muse   And I’m left with a notebook full of you….

HOUR SEVEN i. itchy feet- a banjaran footprints on the golden dust- sweet vanilla scent I prick cactus from my heart.   ii. emerald lake- coarse pebbles kohl eyes on the lake bed unruffled water monotony I reflect on my life choices.   iii. a…

So now you look at me like you never knew How could you not? I speak the way I’ve always spoken  Dress and walk and posture the same  I saw the same affections as ever There has been no reason to question me, never  You…

HOUR SIX An artist- a graffiti for appraisal a solicitous effort to mend a chaos White noise- a concoction of idiosyncrasies and vulnerabilities. How to break this inertia? Graffiti languishing in a loop- not a loop of Henle but maybe a loop of Karma? You…

We sneaked into an old  abandoned gym   alone with the dusty equipments surrounded by Grey floor, cream walls and rustic windows   I was on the bench press when I saw your face upside down   you helped me lift a heavy iron barbell…

Eyes saddened of worries and tiredness not claiming defeat amongst the impossible  yet, wore down of the heavy load carrying each step out of many doors of locks and reintroductions of reflected mirrors fighting tough as a Warrior. Mind racing on a second clock, defending…

A school trip becomes an escape to get lost in my favorite place Crispy leaves crunching under foot Birds fly over head that like to avoid the city The chill in the air is perfect for the apple picking season The scent of the cider…