Sunday, January 3, 2010


october 2009

[pic by Julian graves]

Walking among woods

never did a shepherd
found his lost sheep
everything breaks,
even a stone
but the mountains
couldnt cry,

whispered the sky
to lend them some rain
as they count clouds
yet leaving
them alone.

the hands that cupped
to hold a river
moved away,
and never were the
two grains seen,
one that slipped away
and the other
that tried to
built a shelter
in between the walls
of two fingers,

two grains of sand
attached to one

no one saw
when they met
became one
and left.

Friday, January 1, 2010


Happy new year 2010.

Truth finds its own way. May be that's why even if i wish to hide, i just said and was shocked as what was i saying.