the breathing vessels

We, the breathing vessels, Occupied, with a name Occupied with some purpose Hate being alone, hate being empty But what are we more than a gust of wind What are we other than a breath of air Other than the little endless emptiness inside Yes we are filled, with the deep empty ocean Sinking in … Continue reading the breathing vessels

Blind Stretching Wing

We live amongst we live with countless impulses We are not every one of them but are surrounded We go for solitude and drop on some expression The expressions are countless impulses Hardened, sharpened, rational, impulsive impulses Just like waves in an ocean We go for totality, try to stretch out to something beyond We … Continue reading Blind Stretching Wing