Welcome to the last year of this textual/visual diary. Exploring words, spaces and aesthetics. 

Dublin | Poem

Dublin | Poem

{ I have often felt this way about many things

past lovers, sweet kiss encounters, and now, you.

Giving your whole heart in surrender to the moment

kissing hard, and with all your might

but then it stops: suddenly, the flame is gone.

 You both wait for it all to cool down

then after some time, he coolly walks on to you

with your heart in hand, and bestows you your freedom,

that exit, your long lost peace of mind. }

'Goodbye past love.

Yours, The thinking mind'

Smother

Smother

Little Dragon | Poem

Little Dragon | Poem