I knew love once, when there were no description to complete trust. He came to me as words written on hand made paper, written in red blood. I knew him more when night came and nature was nurtured by the dark sky which covered Earth after sunrise. I knew news of him about the red… Continue reading being loved
1. The sound of paper woke me up in the middle of the night. 2. The pillow next to me had a pen on it and the pen stared at me. 3. Just when I was about to document my dream, my cell phone rang. 4. Instead of answering, I let the ring tone go… Continue reading a writer’s dream
I have tasted acid. It corroded my flesh and exposed me to the world. It came in a fancy liquid which blinded me. I wouldn’t have taken it if I knew. It is not something new: displacing reality. It was not the case of mistaken identity nor the scenario of judging a book by the… Continue reading written wednesday wounds
Trapped faces behind glass panes Smiles fading Eyes searching The wall holds them back! Some have found place on tables Mounted and never moved… They are dusted off sometimes Seen but most of the time They have become decor Rather than captured memories Rarely remembered memories Posted by P.A.W. from WordPress for BlackBerry.
The metal plates made too much noise and their scars spoke. In hunger, we stood. Waiting for food, for comfort, for life. Amongst the hatred we found our place. Found love… We live in these streets, alone yet together. Clothed with forgiveness, void of anger. Nothing can break our ties nor poison us with lies.… Continue reading hunger for love