mute buttons.

installed if they were on the edges of our world what sound will it make after the button gets pressed… a tiny breath, of an infant somewhere laughter of a playful child screams of joy, and questions clear among the beginnings of talk all would be heard eyes into eyes would bloom a thousand delicate…

thin ice.

standing on a sheet slipping, almost falling balancing with life’s maladies melancholy dancing around a single ray of sunshine what hopes i collect in my pockets at midnight in my dreams my loves come to fruition in vain i try to catch them my bare hands ache to feel the pleasure of sorrows of loss,…

silent lips.

echoes of the wind resonate in my mind her sweet silence throngs across my ribs aching my blood to an extent that it tears all that was built all that was knit, between us things became dark time stopped like glass and all that was left was a pair of silent lips.

spoons.

in a tiny corner of this bottled place spoons rest in a glass to feed someone they wait perhaps copycats of motherly hands that once fed love but not any more times change we start depending more and more on steel and plastic more and more on strangers than people to whom we belong our…

warmth.

its a humble abode a roof a floor a little bit of simple decor a pair of windows and an obedient door like eyes to the world branching out from a shell my world perspires into the sky outside sometimes though when i think what meaning it holds will i be able to leave this…

riverbed.

as i walk across a shadow an unknown lane i see the river turns on the edge of here the sun dances like a carefree child i know this place from dreams yet when i walk i cannot grasp this sensation such a soft and chill runs through me i am at a loss these…