Tonight the moon dismantles itself throwing a crescent on the earth while the sea in my veins evaporate. I lay on the bed watching home turning into a forbidden territory like the fruit that marked existence of the life and pain and grief came along in the birthday present. I try to write a haiku … Continue reading Moon, an analogue for pain
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Goldfish
By a sense of familiarity, I exist in your eyes with broken eyelashes, and unsung prayers. In between the sighs we breathe our last. Our existence is a goldfish, in the aquarium on the edge of the table, about to resist a free fall. If water splashes out like anger we are doomed to die … Continue reading Goldfish
The Poetic Elixir 
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