Saturday, July 23, 2011

In My Big Black Bag.

A thousand steps.
Many visions.
A very small mirror.
One guitar string.
Two hearts.
Thirteen careless whispers.
Four curtains.
Just one amazing day.
Many used tissues.
Some unused parts of brain.
Lifetime of scissors-claps.
Eight moments of hope.
Ninth moment of faith.
And then...

A very big watch
To hold time.
I shall keep all these things when I find a bag big enough to accommodate them. 

Now Playing: For All We Know | Bettie Serveert

pic courtesy: deviantArt

Sunday, July 17, 2011


It was never about
The cracks in the walls,
The drops in the pots,
The mist on the pane,
And the crevice in the curtain.

It was always about
The pain of the eyes,
The haze in the vision,
The brutality of the Zephyr,
And the depth in the madness.

Now Playing: Plane | Jason Mraz

picture courtesy: deviantArt

Saturday, July 9, 2011

Who is Afraid of the Dark?

Everything glittering.
Everything shining.
Shooting stars.
Fire flies.
SOS rockets.
The Moon.
Its crators.
Who is afraid of the dark, then?


Now Playing: Everybody Loves Somebody | Frank Sinatra.

Picture Courtesy: deviantArt