Shower before ten

My last night of my thirties in my lifetime wouldn’t have sprinted like an intimidated rabbit before I would rush out of the gym on a hope of getting back home before the tenth in that evening. I needed to scamper to the shower to rid of the sweat on my exhausted body. I tossed […]

Inhaling the sea

Close your eyes and inhale the sea, and keep the sky seized within your lungs Let your breath go with the wind to an unknown destination! Let the stress and false images dissolve, while you’re handing yourself to the nature..

I see you Brussels

I see you a name refuses to die I see you traveling in the lens of tourists, sprinting in the grasses of eye I see you a Chocolate engulfing me from all directions… I see you flittering stars that littered on the roads instead of the sky I see you a motive to those who’d […]

I see you Brussels

I see you through your Leffe’s local beer I see you pale faces, sitting in a small pub I see you a crow on the colored houses, weaves hope I see you a charming square, when everyone has departed the downtown I see you buildings popped up for a deep moment in the charming dawn, […]

She stabbed herself

She returned to prove, I shouldn’t have regretted her pale-faced love, then disappeared She returned to stab to death, her ghost, screwing in head To pick up her remains and goes with the wind She returned, as losers after a big night gambling, to bet on the past between me and her She returned to […]

Where do you go

Where are you travelling to, Where do you go!! To what direction does your concealed compass in the heart, refer The sea is waiting for the little bodies that washed with dust Where are you travelling, Where do you go! What do you carry within your bag? The painting booklet to draw up a boat, […]

I have a Brussels

When I am distracted, there is always a Brussels waving with thousand homes There is a promise buried in the ash, tries to crack the standstill image There is a pub reserved for strangers, who recharge their phones and vanish with the leffe’s foam There is a space where faces loom, lurching like the unnamed […]

Home

It could be a café and a sip of memories with cardamom’s flavor It could be the road that we walk everyday and the static features being slugged on mind like purse of a little girl It could be the people whom we see and still don’t know their names It could be the book […]