Friday, 16 October 2015


The box of crayons
At the table corner
Kept staring at me
Under a coat of dust

Unused for so long
Yet safely displayed
For an inspired day
To scale up dreams

Colors black and red
Overused, barely stay
The blues and greens
Can fill up the palette

My old box of crayons
I had saved for today
A bright autumn day
To scale dreams again

Sunday, 11 October 2015

The last night

What if it's the last night?
Last dream before I wake
Final mist to cover dawn
But we never said goodbye

It's ok, dreams will haunt
Creaking doors announce
The wind not you're back
And thus we'll never part

Yes it's the very last night
Last dream before awake
Last fog to mask the dawn
We'll meet other side next