Words are not just words
they are kisses
on the lips of silence
that speak of your essence

Saturday, September 18, 2010

Running on empty

The last atom of energy
Is gone
I am running on empty

Feels like floating

Is that the secret formula:
When you give it all
You have the most?
You just feel
Deep inside
Something divine
You host

We humans
So powerful
A body, a mind, a soul
We don’t know
What is the goal
We keep running
Running on empty

Wednesday, September 8, 2010



Once upon a time
there was a happy lens,
it called itself
It worked so nice,
magically and sweet,
making light rays to meet.

One day,
A mirror caused such grief.
That faceless thief
got stuck with
our lens brave
and made it work
like a

It’s a madness
For our poor, poor lens.
It has lost it’s art
while all the light
just spreads apart…