Wednesday, January 27, 2016

If you would write a letter to the moon

There have always been the two of you. The light inside
is the shy friend who tries on the cape of sky. The other
is the mirror. Every word spoken between you is a loop.

Monday, January 18, 2016

Strange land

In this state, the seasons are loosely translated.

Tuesday, January 12, 2016

Just so

A particular morning. 
Like the first morning, plus a house. 
Oh morning, you have never failed 
the world. And today 
you are looked at from a window.

Tuesday, January 5, 2016


Mist, wind, and rain have travelled to these hills from distant places. The line that separates the heavens from the earth has almost disappeared. The firs keep pointing to the sky though there is no star.