An equivocal curiosity-
titillates a euphoric sensation...

A solo performance-
you played out; within me...

My child-hood had died
lost in a parental war...

The distance between two hearts
is shortsightedness...

I seek you in the woodland;
for you are the forest...

Vows
And...

I long to smell the scent of pastures green
and hear the early song which breaks our day...

The atmosphere congealed-
with his silent mood...

..her heart in the
shape of rose...

An enigmatic ovum cracks-
and a world of creativity hatches...

Hear it
Stop it...

Isnt it just a damn shame
as we are all part of the same game...