Monosyllabi
We talk about our work, the mundane occurrences of the day, And before long we get silent, running out of things to say, You have your share of problems, and I have my share, Exhausted, we just give each other
East Bank of Euphrates
The fish are very angry, and wish the sun would finally stop, Robbing their already depleted river, drop by evaporating drop, They know not, why their water, is vanishing with a shroud, And then sun cannot tell them, it is
Bellissima
The day finally came, when we need to move from this place, I was told to pack everything I knew, into a little suitcase, The lease ran out, on the quirks that brought us face to face, And we would
Epiphany
Why is it, that in a world, with a million sights to see, And a time, when there are, a hundred places to be, At a juncture, that has a hundred emotions to feel, That you suddenly turn away, becoming
Cocktail
Before I knew you, the rivers and streams did not cease to flow, And because you weren’t yet born, neither did the wind forget to blow, When you left, the mountains too didn’t follow, and walk away, And because you