In the night all the
inks of the world can not shield...

She pours herself
like rain into absence...

Trust others to trust
yourself. Remain trustworthy...

In that cafe I penned my poems
pinned a living butterfly of my heart...

The observer and the observee are the same
but we cannot observe that at once...

I am still drawing back the bow
of the arrow...

How much hating them,
would impale us to turn...

Am I a gem wrapped in cotton balls,
or a worm, inside the flesh of an apple...

How unlimited
we are, limiting ourselves...

Life is not easy
for easiness is death, hence...

Just being a drop for you,
is enough...

Comme je t'aime
"I love you for all the women I have not known...