death, love, POEM, poetry

THE CONFESSiONS iNSiDE THE BOX

  And the page lay on the grave, the dead seemed to read and absorb each word written on it. Nothing could destroy the ink, not even the overnight rain. There are things that remain, and have always been, always present even after catastrophes and nature’s furies, just like the letters on that page. The… Continue reading THE CONFESSiONS iNSiDE THE BOX

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MEMORIES, poetry

WiSH YOU WERE HERE*

  And walking through the fog, the blurring and cold fog, Kashiv felt a sudden lump growing in his throat. He was drenched in memories, fond and piercing. He couldn’t speak. He had no one to talk to, never. He had and has been alone, always. Only the brief episodes that formed those memories were… Continue reading WiSH YOU WERE HERE*

beauty, love, poetry

BE NOTORiOUS *

And in the dead of night, when the moon shone in all the brightness of the sun, and, in return the moon decreased the opacity, the wind from the broken glass of the window, where a memory of the stone that hit the heart of the glass remained, fluttered the innumerable wings of the diary,… Continue reading BE NOTORiOUS *