Love, Nature, poetry


Oh! baby misfortunes are not when

mammoth heavens fall, or mighty Earths

trembles  it’s when the foundation of faith

inside begins to quiver ….


Not  when you sob an independent 

woman alone in raven nights but when you

yearn to cry in the ultraviolet shadows of

northern lights midst millions but saline tears 

refuses to comply, they have abandoned…


For the inside of your wombs the bloody

waters have dried and declines to ooze

out,  like ashen smoke of cheap joints

you burn out day and night….


 Remember that moment once someone

complimented about those pretty lips but kisses

like paper-planes flew out of those

broken-windows …


Oh! baby there is a hope, it’s out there in 

that horizon across azure blue oceans and

you sparkle like a last flame of old waxen



A candle you flicker-flicker and paddle

your boat with all the might knowing

that your time is finally out,

its just over, you keep flickering …

just paddling….