Rain is relentlessly pounding the ground,a full moon occasionally peeks through the clouds,making everything glow like silver. Golden strands of lightning shine across the sky,spreading luminous shards of electricity splittingin half the dark opaque clouds. Sweet memories and unfulfilled dreamsflood my thoughts, all my subdued desires stir,as i let out a stifled sigh,a dying mans…

Every time you lose a beloved person, it feels as though one of your roots is cut off.There are smaller roots, thinner roots and then there are big ones, thick ones, roots that are vital for your existence.My grandparents  are that kind of roots, indispensable, unimaginable  to live without.When those roots are cut off, the…

Rain has taken over the sky,grey, white and silver coloursdominate the scenery.The water cleanses everything as it falls on the earths’ surface.The trees come to life again,the ground is moist and fertile again,the asphalt is glistening and strands of silver lightnings split the clouds with mesmerising  linear shapes of gold  and silver light.The skys’ turmoil…

Silent, still and empty  of all thought,I stare blankly into  space.I feel as if in a trance,somewhere between reality and dream.I see everything I want and cannot reach.Unable to move, in a comatose  state,I am tortured by images i produce, unwillingly taunting  myself,showing me all i want and cannot have.I break me every day,I hate…

Stuck between heaven and hell, in my own purgatory I linger…I am not worthy of heaven and i don’t deserve hell, so I wait…Forgotten in a place where my conscience is the judge of my actions, i hope for salvation…No city on earth, no place  in the universe is big enough to hold my restlessness.I…

A faceless  crowd  marches onward following the frantic pace of all the ticking clocks of the world. A mass of humans disperses  uniformly heading towards their work zones. I observe everyone as I stand aside, cowardly avoiding the torrent of workers, who are stressed and already  exhausted before they even reach their designated slots. No…

As the first drops of rain come down from the sky,I look up yearning for more.More rain, more thunderstorms, more lightningsto energize and charge my tired soul. I stand in the eye of the storm,soaking in the delicate droplets of water as they increase and multiply,becoming stronger, more violent, demanding to erode my parched skin.…

And as the tree leaves fade,I reminesce looking at old black and white photos.Many autumns ago, when some of my favourite people were still young.Colourless and most of them departed, but not forgotten.The more faded the picture, the younger they were. Happy memories and joyous moments, warm hugs and familiar scents,a compilation of the most…