Thoughts of a midnight...

Lengths of a filth, travel
The skin of the rains...





The once spilled dreams wake, off a sleep


The grey of a half-burnt cigarette, forgotten...





The city I had called mine, sings folklore


The metallic cartilage stands, a stranger tonight...





My poetry is penned, in
The quiet of an emptiness...





Restless pastels you are, across my canvas


Off a midnight sleep.....