Morning sunrise,
You are like cupid...

In a narrow corridor,
a hand with short nails...

They think poetry should scream
like a lost soul begging for mercy...

What if I told you that I miss you?
That I miss you like a car...

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

Walking in the aisle, spell bound,
she frowned after tripping over her evening gown...

In the middle of a forest,
a bucket full of water...

I don't think it was you.
It was me...

Once upon a time - in a garden flourishing
with jasmines, magnolias, daisies, and all sort...

"I know, the tides from oceans are rising...
Soon, tsunamis will have us breathing under...

Okay, have you ever seen a blank page?
The type that doesn't even have lines...

O rain, O rain, who ever often greets my days,
And in my garden, showers joy upon my flowers...