Sky and Firewood

We look up the sky see it high from where we stoodbut we live and die under that sky trying to be understood.We are prisoners of our own device barred behind shouldforgetting that how to live resides in I did the best I could.

The Choices of Ignorance Part 2 of 2

When we do that, then we start Looking for alternatives and create them ourselves if need be. So there is always a choice. Just not choices we remember.
Of course, in most cases, choosing that which we don’t know, is a choice we don’t want to make. It is typically an unpleasant choice. But it is a choice nonetheless.


I love to imagine things. I really love to imagine how far my love for you would go if I was right. I love to dream of you and me. But still, when I was imagining things about you, There was a picture of words that were continuously coming back and Read more…


It was a night of oblivion Obscurity and misconception. The sky painted with deep blue black With its flickering stars. The moon is hiding her beauty In the midst of dreary clouds. And I saw you in my paper When I am writing a poem. My eyes blurted Through lines Read more…