How far away

Cool wind, smelling of eucalyptus and jasmine, blows as I observe in awe the craters on moon again. I am not lunatic; I have fair idea that I am not the only lonely lover doing this. Nor will I be the last. As long as there will be love on this planet, people will often…

LIBRATION | A TECHNICALLY SQUARE POEM

ROWS: Libration of lost traveler, Has his persistence diluted. Been deserted, certainly his Limited intellect shrunk wit. COLUMNS: Libration has been limited, Of his deserted intellect, Lost persistence certainly shrunk; Traveler diluted his wit. I intended to make it a square poem. As you notice, each row and column has 4 words and 8 syllables….

DARK SIDE OF THE MOON: A POEM

A white round mausoleum Blushes, like gaslight is its mellow moonlight Sits in the palms of humankind Amidst the lines, Charioteer of our fate And the backbone of life On our blue planet, Like the cadaver of some lonesome sibyl Is buried beneath Its fine regolith – Achieved in billion years’ Misfortune. A niveous museum…