I grew up in this town, my poetry was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and like the timber, it steeped itself in the forests.
God is a cloud from which rain fell.
Cities get built out of poet’s dreams.
Poetry contains few words but tells much. Its beauty is that by being condensed it is rich in meaning and open to various interpretations. Unlike prose, there is no boundary to poetry. There is nothing concrete or black and white. Poetry is mutable; it is transformative. Poetry is the alchemy of hearts. And what cannot be said in prose can sometimes be only said through poetry.
Nothing is inanimate; what is the rest is our interpretation.
Philosophers, Poets and Fools have similar Consciousness
If I began to draw
myself away from you
we’d still be like
two mixed colors of paint
impossible to separate.
At the edge of madness you howl diamonds and pearls.
If the poets offered us nothing more than another make-believe world, they would be mere sellers of drugs or, at best, sweetmeats.
the only way