Migration Map

Journey ends ...
Journey begins ...
Hummingbird of solitary lives
Dangerous trips far flea seeking for life afresh
Home return, when the season is right ...

Streets of Mankind

Flashing of neon red lights,
the most ancient of the profession ...
stairway to heaven or hell?
Rain is pouring,
cannabis is burning ...
excitement or addiction?
Sun is shinning,
homeless man are sleeping ...
unfairness or laziness ?
Beggars of the streets,
four limbs and sometimes clean clothes,
workers of syndicate or slave of themselves?

Petals Soul

It's spinning,
spinning in from the edge of the earth.
He sits, looking out at the endless space,
a blueberry milkshake; not so well shaken.
A man and a shade,
one depth and he breathes ...
gasping through the air of survival,
and resurface where the imaginary silent is.

Dimensions overlap

Space and earth , water and fire , oceans and lands, never together, and yet , co-exist. Going towards different directions , east and west , rounded up at the same dinner table - surprisingly , two identities come across each other in the least expected way. Two dimensions overlapped. Two dimensions only meet when fate calls. And yet , you may never encounter individuals from other dimensions. But if you are lucky , fate may call.