Poetry

Drums (what gives us peace gives us wars)

We Will Never Be History Honey, no one will Remember you if you Decide to live with me.

“J’aime tes vagues rouges” I love your red waves That illuminates the atmosphere

All the rivers are not Ganga All the rivers are not Ganga coming close to Lord Shiva

THE WHEELS KEPT ON SPINNING AFTER THE BIKE’S FALL Everything you’ve heard Must be about me.

A night in roam I can hear the voice of the stars in the silence of their thoughts.

HUNTED Like wild animals wailing In a black forest chased Clogged by their trailer

NO MORE TROUBLE                                              Cuban Missile Crisis                                                October 12, 1962                                                October 28, 1962    ...

Peregrination I started wandering in streets I don’t know, They don’t even know me The strange streets around myself...