Showing posts with label short. Show all posts
Showing posts with label short. Show all posts

February 14, 2017

Love

Is not squeezing the breath out of each other in a hug,
is building an infinite garden to explore and be true selves.

November 30, 2014

Swimming

Water hugs me, not hard as strangle,
When I move, it flows with me.
I am mostly water, yet so far behaved.

July 26, 2013

Probabilities

A great *sunny* day in the bay area. I was taking the bus and kept my bag on a seat.

The *last* guy getting in the bus, at the *last* stop that was boarding people settles in an empty row next to me and feels the need to tell me:
 - "Somebody might want to use that seat".

My reply:
 - "You seem to have forgotten your umbrella."

He didn't get it.

Software Engineering

Just because you can, doesn't mean you should.
Just because you don't need it, doesn't mean you shouldn't.

February 21, 2013

Pretentious Chaos

There is no particular order to the world. Except what my mind tries to make out of everything it senses. But even that doesn't last long. Expecting information in a particular arrangement, color, voice tonality, logical sequence... is much like being deaf.

March 31, 2012

Sense

I'm so little. Unimportant.
Forgotten... by the world... by me,
Meaningless!

Look ahead. Find hope again.
Seek beyond the horizon. Redefine.
Dream.

I know what to do.
I don't do it. I wait for the end.
Proudless.

March 12, 2011

Reality Check

In my dream of dreams
I've seen a glimpse of happiness.
And from my dream of dreams,
I've learnt that it is so easy to be sad.

July 14, 2009

June 23, 2009

It's me... Like we all are.

Alone on a preset path. Trying to do my best. Trying to get as far.

April 23, 2009

The Hermit

" - You have grown in the shadow of others and are found of it. But when lights go off and darkness takes you, when silence quiets you... you are always alone. The demons you face came all from within you."

January 25, 2009

Aging into God

When all else fails, God is left.

November 17, 2006

I am... therefore I am not

I would go home, if I knew where home is.
I would live through my passion, if I knew what my passion is.
As I'm writing these lines, I wonder why am I asking for knowledge.

June 18, 2004

Reflexii

Şi în divina apă,
sclipiri se scaldă.
Amintirea-i reflectă un soi de lumină,
ce nu mai există.

January 13, 2003

Remember Love

You see through me,
Like I see through air.
You breathe me,
Like I’m everywhere!