(2014)
Passing through the colourless len… The colour of the colourless blue… The blue ocean are creating colour… Of Azure on my colourless and sha… The images are as void as the blue…
When the winds started breathing c… When the trees shed their green su… When the ground crawled under the… When the geese flee to the souther… As the stars started to show-up ea…
In the light of the darkest night, And in the tranquil serenity of co… I sat down to read the text writte… Written carefully in invisible ink… Words written in sinuous lines,
The difference between a glass and… Is perhaps the same as the distanc… Glass when I frame it over an ima… Mirror when an image forms on its… Former is the way I look into my…
Time split us into two, And Tide swept us through, Time and tide waits for none, May be that is true, But through the time and the tide,
There is light beyond my sight, There is life beyond my reach, There are things beyond my touch, There are emotions beyond my sense… At times it appears absurd,
I always wonder and ponder, Whether the one who never touched… Is sensible enough to feel the tex… Whether the one who never water th… Is eligible enough to relish the d…
I want to have something with me… I want to stay here forever, so I… I want to remember something forev… I want to win forever, so I stopp…
When the stillness of silence is d… When the brightness of light is bl… When the thickness of translucence… When the intensity of sense is num… I stand still in space and time, n…
Haggard and tired, at the end of t… I returned home and opened the doo… To exit from the outside world, And enter the four walls of my roo… When I turn around to exit from m…
Woke-up to the noise, When a beam of darkness fell heavi… And broke into pieces the colorful… That, I spread carefully on the f… At dawn the day before!
Let your lungs breath, Let them breath the air, Let them breath life, and never le… Let them breath to let your heart… Let them breath to never let your…
Sliced by the grass blades, Stung by the pine needles, Struck by the sharp stones, oh, wind why do you take all the b… But why do you still flow?
The vibrant colours, and the vivac… When kissed by the sun and caresse… They shine, they shimmer, they gli… But wonder why they always cast a… Even in the face of brightest, sun…
Going round and round in circles, The circle of life is an endless c… A cycle that is played between the… Sometimes the shades of the bright… Into the dark deep abyss of the se…