Palm Sunday

Palm Sunday

The morning seeped in slowly through the curtains of the sky, it was one of those mornings that made liars out of clocks, you could check them for all you cared but the sky made Read More

Mourn de' Man.

Mourn de’ Man.

Scriptures of street dreams flood the ether Innocent of how the world schemes, the Child entered The reality, a smoke filled weightlessness Flicking the butt, I watched the Man fall with it in helplessness It Read More

Second Chance

Second Chance

Walking like I would stumble any minute Yet I find that I could go on till eternity Where is the source? The strength? Who gave the order? Telling me to go this far? Assuring me Read More

The City

The City

We traverse her jumbled length Ever hailing corner and street totem By name, yet The city knows us not Hidden eyes follow her concrete strength In secret beds too squalid for them Can’t forget The Read More

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