This is my second book of poetry. The first book "A rose in the dark" was coloured in dark shades of solitude and sadness. This one, is even darker. There is a flake of darkness in everyone. You just have to close your eyes... Hope you enjoy reading my poetry.
The air, the rain…
Even though, hungry for air,
tonight I enter your breathless chambers,
though, hungry for rain,
I swim in the fathomless ocean of deserts.
Just few inches above the bottom
I hover, then to land;
here are your salty wounds,
on them I’ve been fed.
To heal them, I live,
to let you soar after I drop,
to give you air, I bleed,
forsake me before the heart stops.
But don’t forget, the air, the rain
in the drought hour,
don’t let oblivion dra...