• Drenched

    Often beneath the Lighthouse

    Where the mystery ends and the magic starts... more »

  • In My City

    A half moon and a garaged rickshaw
    The stop beneath the silent bridge
    And the last tram passes away with midnight bells.
    Sometimes I roam there... more »

  • The Bell Tools Again

    Again the bell tolls. Somewhere far away from a distant Church. The cold winds pass and the feet sinks into the fallen leaves within the ornamented flowers and the scattered petals on the brown soil.... more »

  • The Woman And The Man

    Then the evening will slowly turn into the night and we would walk down the steps through the arch gate and the ageless pillars to the ruins. There will be a pause in converse.... more »