In the dead of night
The eyes look for things. What is there to be seen doesn’t require the eyes.
Category: Drawings
Don’t be ready
Ready,we never were,Just beginning,To be,you and I,That is howIt spans.
The world between the words
The words have managed to beguile me for the longest possible time. They go a
someone named me
I feedOn my ownTo growInto a big fatBeing me. And than,all that was me,to be
एक घड़ी रेत / The moment sand
पेंसिल कागज़ के टुकड़े पर दिन रात फिसलती रही। कितने गाने स्पोटिफाई पर बज गए
a grief course
I stayed up all night sketching, and on the first break of light, went out
Mo bi us
Ring in the stripMobius turnsFlips and meltsRinse the sidesAndFlips to runSlips…shreds.
See through silence
With Silence being your eyesI see you meltBe the air, water, earth…fireand you weave with