Step Up, Step Down

Every step up on that staircase was a step closer towards her light.

The morning he pushed her down those stairs, she bled. Just a little.

It was still dark outside.


Picture by karolajna

Come as you are

He picked up the saddle. He had made up his mind. He was the kind who found more pleasure in pursuit than in attainment. It is just that she fled from his clutches.

He still chases aimlessly in the darkness of the night and when the morning comes he lies down on fresh cut grass and dreams of the dreams that, I dare say, are 'dreams'.

Just then, he heard footsteps.

Unperturbed and Undone

And it just seemed so fair

That he slowly untied all her knots

Whilst she lay there uninhibited

And exhaled her soul into the air



Picture By Gnesa

Who me?

And they asked me who I was
I wondered if they knew
'cause we are neither black nor white
Not always old or new

I told them that I was the one
Who made a million mistakes
Who burnt the bridge and crossed the river
And maybe that's what it takes!



Picture by~ InSUNNYty

A Love Poem

Me ; and he who reads poetry to me,
Entwined, Encircled and Enveloped in words

Those words which cease to be.



Picture by coopnkai

The girl who travelled in stories

After many years, I went up the stairs of an old library. I breathed the scent of old paper. I got lost into the labyrinths of a book alley. My heart pumped and my feet fluttered with joy. I saw books, I dreamt of images,of a new world, I tip-toed around, touching the musk scented pages and immersing myself in their fragrance like a child plays around puddles.

I found some joy,again, which is there to stay...


Picture by Organiques

Are you a Roman?

They say 'When in Rome, do as the Romans do.' Now, what position do they prefer???


Picture byDJKibyKat