Lost & Found

They have found me at last...fallen...crippled...among the lost shades under the banyan...my tongue had grown out like those long roots...old...tired tongue. They have found me at last...My words...that i had left behind...incomplete...in a torn paper that her arms clutched...and my cold lips...like the broken lead pen.

Deaf Tales

Friends...Romans and country men...

lend me your ears...coz i lost mine.

Hear my crap so that you don't need to hear nothing else...

those irritating mobile calls...

those frustrating insults from your boss...

those complaining voice from the other side of the bed...

those buzzing cries of your alarm clock...

those arrogant laughter of your rich neighbor...

and finally those plastic mourning at your grave...

so lend me your ears...for i have lost mine...

Pasted Thoughts

Night is the best time for pasted thoughts...coz you can paste them on others wall while they are asleep... but what's so special about pasted thoughts? well...they are pasted not passed...they don't ask permission...and you gotta read...no matter what...then you may tear them off...but first you gotta read...its not that hard to paste...just roll it out...smell the fresh paper...stick out your tongue...lick it like a mad dog...then...Paste it...!

Light Box

The night seems still young and sleep so far from my gaze...cold...thick...humid darkness has their own untimely murmurings and offerings to lay...but I...as always stay inside my light box...doodling over my lost sketches of memories...ye heart...o ye heart...thou preaches only the solace of love...take me to that mystic land of pure...pointless but pinching essence of her darkness...take me there...