What are we here for? I ask myself, on one cold starry night. What shall we take from here? These … More
Category: Poetry
The Unlovable
Sometimes, when I am alone with a warm glass of tea, beside the pitter-pattering window, fending off the heaven’s tears, … More
The sad visitor
Oh sadness, you come into my heart like an unexpected visitor. How benevolent you are! You keep on giving yourself, … More
Alone
I walk alone, I talk alone, I trudge alone, I judge alone. I search alone, I perch alone. I seek … More
The Rhythm of Silence
