The observer and the observee are the same
but we cannot observe that at once...
some days
my thirst is so immense...
Trackers never track
until the tracking happens...
I am
a pendulum...
Beatings many,
love notes few...
Write them on the sand
Don't carve your words on the rocks...
People come and go
A cacophony of murmurs...
Shrouded in mist;
I sighed you...
Silhouettes
stare...
We were restless that
summer, tracking new...
Hands that knocked at your gate
were not the same hands after...
It's this time of the day
that my spirited soul...