Melancholy White Sun

In the deep of my brain where you've become a parasite,
eating everyone's name except yours

My imagination climbed to the top of the hill
Dreams are captured by the melancholy white sun

Aedes

I didn't came out from
those ruins of your burning voice.
I choose to stay
until you notice
how badly wounded I am.
And then
you'll show me,
your face!

I didn't know,
never know,
or happened before

Yes, I am waiting.
How couldn't I?
For because I have seen those calm eyes,
brown thick eyebrows,
powderly cheeks,
cloudy lips,
and cryptic hands of yours.

He made me drink his water of calmness
How he mesmerized me,
was a work of art.

I swam on your lake
Never got out

Gone.

Aedes
Aedes
Come to me

               Come

        Come

Come

 

O Public Road

My feet are no longer sore,
for I have became one with this darling road.

Lonely, no more.

Photos taken by: Patricia Dhanisa

Places:

1st photo: Jericho, Palestine

2nd photo: Amman, Jordan

Woodlands

"Oh, the trees are filled with memories of the feelings never told."

Taken by: Patricia Dhanisa
Places:
1st photo --> Lourdes, France
2nd photo --> Cassino, Italy
3rd photo --> Lourdes, France

Far from home, where I found You within me.

Pictures were taken at Lourdes, France

Took these when I went to Europe :)
More pictures coming!

I Am Not Here.

As the night blooms
I sat by the window with my dead little friend.
I wish I could be with the wind
disappear into the breathless air.
My soul,
belongs to the night.

The smell of burning hair
would linger in the room for days.
Night animals softly whisper to me,
"...You are not here"

Seems like the smoke has
always been attracted
to the wind.
Poor existence.

I was living like a cloud
breathing like a fish
letting out smoke instead of bubbles.