on the way 1

day is sober with a light above
night so heavy embracing the darkness
one seed dreams from nothingness.
let us meet in the corridor
to choose what is who!
you have only thrown your weapons
to the wall,
let us meet
when you start throwing them at your enemies.
thus said,
the newborn baby believes in pain
not joy!!!!

untitled

lungs go by
there were kisses from the
smoke.
living does end with a note of love
with or without pen.
birds talk the same with a
coo expecting a reply .
i am done with a life
but chases the same.

nothing

nothing.
even stars which fall on
my terrace say
"light is nothing but an
exploited freedom".
love is found around
and the flowers bloom
with fear.
i am run so long.
why don't you let me run
back to my home.