Come Fly With Me..

Silhouette; not gonna happen.

Still, you might enjoy the melody of it…





Agile Loophole

Moments of silence, direction;

Heaven or hell, vision blurred,

Beloved lost to cancer,

Cold lonely years,

shredded feelings overwhelm.

Loopholes extend pains,

Veins shiver, casual; no more.

Release your tears;

Tonight only, you are allowed,

Just damn it, burn it on wet floors;

as you may, scream it in silence.

Lungs growing narrow,

While heavenly thin loophole evolves.

Now, escape, discharge all your powers to the wind,

With a smile that whispers:

Baby, craving for the red curly hair,

Now, as agile as ever;

never-ending loopholes, since ever.

time of silence..

evoke..anytime, wherever,

felt it?

shout it loud, useless..

hear the scream, none;

live the pleasures, endlessly.

craving for a kiss,endless possibilities,

draw it at down; ring my bell,

in a tunnel of Alzheimer,

while first time drunk,

all through the years,

silence overwhelming hearts.

tear drops engrave skeletons,

screams diminishes in salty valleys,

pains evoke bloody tears,

all through the stinky years.

Damned silence,

should have never mention it.


”Life isn’t about finding yourself….

                                              Life is about creating yourself.”
                                                                    …George Bernard Shaw.

Brilliant, isn’t it?

However, the question here is; Knowing How and When?!


Lately, or maybe since he was born, his father accused him of being the complicated son. Is it so? He always wondered. He sees himself as a natural simple young man in his early twenty’s. Yes, till now he did not fall in love, a love that he always craved for. Just a second, what about Sara? She is lovely, pretty, red haired with a wet green eyes ever times they look at each others eyes.

Well, who cares as long as his mother supports him. To her, he is not the complicated son, it was his youngest brother who spend years threatening them that he would leave the house if his wishes were not fulfilled, keeping his mum forlorn all the time.

Talked to his mum about Sara, Son, she can pass by son for a cup of tea. Gosh, look at you baby, he adores her long red hair over the white top, how about playing our favorite smooth Jazz music and relax. Father still calling you complicated, yes dear, what may I say? I respected him when I was young. Now, after fifty-one, I am sorry to say that there were times I felt breathless. After all, as a complicated man, I love you so much Dad.

The fur.

She was waiting to cross the 6th road in Dallas when a six feet tall grey haired weird young guy stood beside her; staring in a fearsome was at her shoulders. She wonders, he said, I am sure you are scared; a bit- she replied with a swift glance moving forward. Shame, visitors are not allowed any more, still drunk guys move around the zoo.

He took of his coat and but it around her shoulders. Thank you, she whispered. You must be wondering whether we meet before? Yes, we did; two hundred years ago, in Bangkok. Do you remember when that early morning going out of the cotton factory. His heart was shaking of cold, she offered her red woolen fur, then walked down the stinky ally and took a glass of red wine in the dark restaurant, remember the blind waitress- she was gorgeous, blond and single.

Since then, he spent all those years hoping to find her; now that he did, he just wants to feel that fur again but with a hug; is that an extravagant?!

A lost luster.

Tonight, he went to the same place he visited about six hundred years ago. Trying to find a clue or a trace of a crazy feeling he longed for since ever.

She was supposed to be still dancing on the stage with that tiny red lingerie. going around that shinny pillar. Unfortunately, he saw all other dancers except the one in the red lingerie. asked the waitress, she is off today, you know where she stays, don’t you? – a response with a yellow smile.

Yea, he remembers the apartment at the end of the ninety-one steps upwards narrow bushy ally. But, i would he still be able to climb those as he used to do?

tried hard, rested every few steps of the stairs that was almost covered with mud. knocked the door, she opened wrapped on a thick red woolen coat. Gosh, baby it is you! she sneaked a straight look to his eyes, then stared down to the door step murdering: My hero, where has your lust gone? – now I am torn.