I want to scream until my voice blistersAround the hot cinders of the words I spitI burn out next to the Sun and SisterWhere my Mother and Father lit the […]
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I want to scream until my voice blistersAround the hot cinders of the words I spitI burn out next to the Sun and SisterWhere my Mother and Father lit the […]
Read moreSomeday we might meet,when time has melted in us,our lives look like dried river beds Would you then recognise my face? My face might appear unknown,remote like the rugged terrains […]
Read moreeveryday I am born like this – nothing ever happens for the first time I collect my shattered promises and get back home to my frailty the neon sign does […]
Read moreI was born an old soul they say, a quiet spectator mulling over muddled thoughts, about what I don’t know, perhaps a previous lifetime. I woke to bird sounds in […]
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