Category: past


Out of the ashes
Of the morbid wooden box
Catching for the breath
lit up
And the winds I heard
Was now clearer .
As the ashes met the ground
And like magic
The Box was gone
In recital of the words
Of wind
I were reborn …..


Here !

Why not take the guard

Off your mind

And run into the waves

To feel the force against

Your chest

Why not let go torment

Of the past

As sand sweeps off

underneath your feet

To utter shriek of laughter

At the insanity

Of not being Here

But what held

You to be not Here…