Broken Rhythm

The silver of the full moon humming The placid that the stars are singing– A forgotten rhythm of the blankness, That’ve born out of the beat of time, (And) the broken incomplete chime (Because) of the thoughts nameless.

Affair of a Trivial Sunday Morning

A different pattern of poem writing I tried. There was a silence I found self lieng in. A silence that was rising from the waking up Sunday drooling bypass below, running infront house; A silence that was loiterring over the vale of Sweat soaked long-used mattress or is it this Monotonous humdrumed life that’s basking…… Continue reading Affair of a Trivial Sunday Morning