22 Feb 2020

Tag: life poetry

Poetry

Night Translucent and Vibrating 

Looking out the window, listening to the sounds and noises of the city, dreaming, seeing, feeling, missing are the things I like to do. Especially if it’s on a late-summer night when summer’s kissing goodbye and autumn knocks on the door. And busy, busy is the winter cold and snowy, wishing to cover all that lived and hoped with a mantle of white, impenetrable blanket, suffocating life.

Poetry

Fantasy World 

September is a month of ambiguity and translucency – summer still lingers yet autumn whispers in the wind. On a warm September afternoon, I wrote this poem reflecting on the past, the present and the future, the impalpable transition from childhood and innocence to adulthood. And, as it always happens, the more I ask, the more questions I have.

Poetry

Three Days of My Life 

“Am I coming back?” is a question I have asked myself thousands if not millions of times. Do I know the answer? No. Or maybe yes. Deep inside I know there is no going back. Once you lose the land behind and the winds start singing their songs, you close your eyes and step into the unknown.