Wave

A dense darker world that awaits inside

is the only comprehensible wreckage left

after a nameless and unfinished giant storm

had pitilessly returned with its devouring talons

stretched towards the brutishly broken bones

and heartlessly kneaded heart hiding

in a gray heap of rusted self that is freshly

recuperating solely in a deserted sanctuary

is forcefully strewn somewhere into the stardust

suffering on the edge of your sudden glimpse

that witness a fragment of space full of my ruins.

Dead Painting or Dead me?

 

You still are a painting,
Into which i look every morning,
Hanging on the wall, fixed!
But...one day..you smiled at me,
I waited every single day for that smile,
Gazing through and staring into u,
I waited years..., tirelessly waiting,

for that nameless feeling...undefined,
I never knew that  u never smiled at me,

That was a smiling face painted in the canvas!