I have never seen these leaves laden with so much dust.
Even the sunlight playing with those ugly leaves is so golden yellow.
I was just taking in the air which slashed through the simmering coffee
smell.
Unknown roads moving here and there remain unknown in this
carnival of life. I open my shoes and light a cigarette just below the
no smoking sign. They are so bored they don’t say anything anymore.
Rainy Day – 1
Love is like a bullet
whistling down the wind
on a rainy day
nothing left to prove.
Rainy Day – 2
The rain is washing everything away
the cigarette buts from the night
the dust on the leaves
the ink from the words
of the crumpled pages in the bin
only the memories and mistakes
remain unwashed.