Last night I heard my windows let in some magic.It was a voice like none; I heard a stir and music.I must have been in a reverie, for flames danced upon a candle wick,And the wind came in with a subtle rage: me to pick.We danced on beads of glass and blades of grass.We waltzedContinue reading “A RHYTHM FOR SAINTS”


There is a nude wall somewhere with a picture of us.Within the confines of this broken frame we reside frozen.And time will not startle us it seems: we became the rolling stoneWhen we posed lazily moments before that inept shutter,Which immersed us into the flooding flash,And curved a memory out of a moment long gone.Continue reading “VIVID PICTURE”


An afternoon and the nimbus were impatient.And there was non of that humble gentle breeze.By the soaking window,I think I saw you gazing through a crowd of fog.A little shiver and the leaves left the branches.From meandering rills to screaming gales: it was dreadful,But you stared deep into the eyes of lighting.I think you wereContinue reading “NIMBUS”


Life and its constant vicissitudes are hailed.Aboard, we journey all in privation and mindless hassles,Seeking but only one taste; a quick nibble of euphoria,In whichever flavor it is offered, euphoria it is. Euphoria it is then, a therapeutic bathIt serenades you with reposeAnd stroke your body and soul with subtle volts.It is a sweet music,Continue reading “EUPHORIA IT IS”