He loves me.
he loves me not...
All we know in life
are working hypotheses...
Naked, bare, a mere tree stands waiting
as the sun sets, bringing a moonless night...
You wear your heart on your sleeve,
for all the world to see...
The clock strikes three,
a feeble beep in the blaring silence...
A city
(indistinctly...
I watched the colour of
washed tamarind gleam...
We put on our
happy faces...
On this chair, in darkness, it's all so clear.
In control of emotions, thoughts and fear...
I smoke.
As it billows from...
Silvery tangles frame
a face spun with spider threads...
Tossed upon waves
of wind, your hair shivered...