Monthly Archives: April 2011

Season 2

The whole town has fallen asleep.

As the blinds narrate their wandering lives,

their world is magnified into nothing but a fantasy.

Calm is the night, hiding the miracles in its arms.

Full is the moon, lighting up the alleys and the brooks.

Your journey proceeds to the dust and I dare you to

seek me,

sit beside me,

seal the night with a kiss,

and confess the truth of redemption.


“Human life is but a series of footnotes to a vast obscure unfinished masterpiece.”

Vladimir Nabokov in Lolita

“Maturity is a bitter disappointment for which no remedy exists, unless laughter can be said to remedy anything.”

Kurt Vonnegut in Cat’s Cradle

“There was a star riding through clouds one night, and I said to the star, ‘Consume me’.”

Virginia Woolf in The Waves


Thirty nine minutes left
and the golden rings await
a special love affair.

“Others and I” is hanging there
and his blue eyes are climbing
above all stories.

What an odd neighborhood;
who would imagine their words?
Don’t tell me I should go.

Twenty nine minutes left
on my own – will I
ever recover from you?


Season 1

Where is the path?
In sixty five miles or less,
and the tale never began to end.

The wind howls with the
forest wolves in an early dawn;
the train passes a hundred directions,
witnessing the hasty travellers,
chanting a melody to their beloveds.
The moon shines; the stars shame.

Into her thirsty eyes, he pleads to look.
Let’s take the road – right or wrong –
and fly among the sparkles.