She was herself like some kind of bookshelf
which held hundreds of books that no one read...

“To the left. Now to the right. Keep on driving.
Keep on moving. The wheels of time remain intact...

I used to write a poem a day
but who am I kidding...

A scratch - a scratch in the back, in the spine
stretching with ache, as I reached for shoes: 5...

the wings of time
just flip and flap...

I don't know
My brain is not working...

Back in the days,
when loneliness befriended me and...

It's true so many flowers bloom with water,
but you do not - you bloom with love, my love...

There's a tiny pretty little girl with curls
who twirls and swirls her almost braided hair with...

I remember when we used to play...
streets were puuddles spitting gravel...

when I am in pain, you are in pain
But the pain you feel...

Your love is spiral like a stair.
I climbed my thoughts, step by step...