Whispers

on Monday 14 December 2015


They rest
With pale shadows
Gazing at the changing horizons
Haunting me.
I can’t hear
The echo of my heart
Lost in the exasperating crowd.
My ancestors lived in them.
The ever widening roads
And pigeon holes
Brushed them away.
They are now ruins!
We engrave
Our beloved ones names
On their walls
Spit  ugly colors
But they still
Gaze at my offspring and murmur

“This was an abode of ours”

Mythical memories

on Wednesday 28 January 2015
Even my thoughts figure
Like water images
Under a microscopic eye
Memories of both
Have similar moon
We both are astronauts
Flying in forms of memoirs
Fulfilling one’s own thirst
With an iceberg breathe
Our aspirations are
Dancing feet of penguins
Just join us in the party

With naked truths