I don’t Have hands,
But I want to touch you, hold you,
Feel your every line, your curves and your edges.
I want to hug you, connect the soul from my woody brown with that of your serene white body.
All day, all night.
I know I’m tough, I know you’re brittle
I know we’re inanimate,
But if we make it, our love will be immortal.
In the pitfalls and ups of life and relations I have seen friends try to run for greatnessAnd fall in the pits of hypocrisy. … Read moreFall
A poetry about the celebration of your inner instincts
[Meant for all the people in the world reminding them never to give up.] Dear Conscience, Valerie does it everyday. She cries and weepsAnd goes astray. “Just a hard time”, she saysShe was going throughBut all of us us knewThat this was not very true. She had problems unknownFighting demons of her own. Everyday was like a living … Read moreDear Conscience
With a password well known, I swipe and swipe just to come across headlines that might, trigger my interior out of good sight. “Molestation”, bewailed the headline. As I felt anger seeping in with a sign of no indulgence, but a crime of aspiring to excruciate the one molester next in line. The perpetuity of … Read moreA Difficult Topic