When I met you
It was like tasting lemon for the first time...

Scribbling down the road,
with steps sharpened by my past...

To feel is to sleep in streets
with newspapers up to necks...

I, a flower in a garden,
is wilting with time...

Where a river flows
between mountains of lilies...

Today, a young lady asked me,
"Don't you have any obsessions?&quot...

a bird soars
opening its wings...

Within a privacy of a room, with curtains closed,
and a dim light, a wife politely asked her...

I wanna go
where the page is white...

A man once said
the truth is...

I write what I write
Just to write what I have to write...

the number of infected people keep on rising
like waves trying to drown us...