Category : Poetry
Tales on a tongue
In a mute prayer, she hands me a blade....
A War Song
I think I hear god weighing my soul in a scale, frowning......
Touch my hand
Trace my skin- the grandeur, the scars and the lightening hope....
Let these stories
Let nostalgia be the restless child that won’t go home. That tugs your cloth for plays and songs...
I’ll be home for Christmas
Keep the questions at the door of your heart. I will keep the regrets in my eyes....