M. Police

Who? Who is a moral police? I never heard of any. Or perhaps I have not heard yet; while some humans are lurking around just to take a leap as soon as I make a moral-mistake... And what is a moral mistake? I am never taught anything about it. And why not? - My grandmother...

Wooden Arm Chair

The wooden arm chair waits for another spring to see those morning flowers scattering around those tiny white and orange flowers falling like magical flakes transforming the place and tiny squirrels running by while the brick wall stands in amusement the empty wooden chair misses those shadows who come and go but never stay those...

Speculating

I speculate I imagine I dream a tiny world inside me turn into a turbulence faces and silhouettes begin to move in my mind and I sweat under the sky full of dark clouds I speculate I imagine I dream and they kill my contemplation with blur images in a blink of senselessness my terrace...

I Am No Goddess…

A fire burning my essence and scattering ashes of unknown stories that fade within dreams are no more dreams but desires of long lost destinies that could have been my own I walk on tales sang by the witnesses of my own land in which they demarcate my roles sometimes a deity and sometimes evil...