i give you, death a chance to come alone,
Find your victim
our dreams in faded night sky nights.
i'm dying for a while,
catch me.
they say you are death...

its funny,
you are hidding

take me or i take you,
die oh! death
winds are howling,

run away
my nights are lost in lights
and few eyes.


(my moment of eternity... and estacy)

If u forget me

If u forget me/ Pablo Neruda

I want you to know
one thing.

You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon,
at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touchnear the firethe impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,were little boatsthat sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten

If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decideto leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.

But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flowerclimbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine.

thoughts....

i asked myself. Why the hell i write? what i get out it?

then i thought of a day when i'm not writing, and the reason for that.... I'm dead. to me the best thing is to think... its as simple as to me as sleeping (sometime with someone). but things are still hazy, why do i write. its not love poems or some great comedy, it just like me another one in billion. probably that loneliness inside, while sitting with demi-gods makes me write.

i love to be alone but not in a crowd... but i'm pretty happy. atleast people dont pretend to be in love with me. its good to be ignored, atleast for me. i get my space, my time....my words and sometimes me.
I write to me.

dedicated to myself.

(today i'm not drunk!!! i'm just out of love)