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

once,
i was a balloon...

“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...

May the sun! May the moon!
May the stars and the sea...

a mind so full of thoughts
has ventured into a road...

a toddler
rocks to sleep...

teeth clenched tightly into skin
blood dripping from within...

It pours! It pours!
into this little lagoon...

if I were that little boat
sailing alone in the ocean blue...

the wings of time
just flip and flap...

a rose as red as blood has bloom
and birds have come to see it now...