poetry

Black Holes

A long traveler with poor sight, I stroll across a street lined with sharp eyes. Twinklers with no birth dates, their gaze pins me down from heights of great pillars unsplashed by the common sea. Some strange and proud, still others so sweet, eyes lovely; these would gladly make me forget the lies, emptiness, worm-holes… Continue reading Black Holes

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Travel and Life Journals

The Fifth Anniversary

Five years ago today, I made my way home across 8000 km of sky, land, and ocean. I'd been away for 12 years. I sat suspended, tasting the feel of Time on my lips, looking down at retreating lands veiling a future being minutely drawn over with dense cloud coverage. I was but a somnambulist… Continue reading The Fifth Anniversary

P.S. (Personal Postscriptum on Literature)

P.S. on Joseph Brodsky’s ‘In Praise of Boredom’

"Life is worth living, even in a prison cell" said Artur  Rubinstein. These words had always caused conflicting emotions in me. While believing in their completely unhypocritical power, it had always escaped me how they're possible in hard core reality. "Life is worth living, even in a prison cell".  A strong and demanding statement which few… Continue reading P.S. on Joseph Brodsky’s ‘In Praise of Boredom’

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A thought on Autumn

Autumn Isn't dreary, autumn isn't a maid grown old. Autumn is a maid stripped bare. By rain, by wind, by human hand. Undressed. Left to live with  bare essentials. Only thus, she shall come to know the bare essence of things. And waiting for new times she will praise these. What she's waiting for is… Continue reading A thought on Autumn