We are beach creatures. We prefer bumming on a sandy shore than climbing a mountain, rappelling down a cliff, storming down the river on a raft or playing rape-the-pond-fairies in god knows what other body of fresh water there is. We crave for the sticky feel of the evaporating salt on our skins and the attenuating sound of waves crashing the shore. We lie down the hammock under the shades of coconut trees and forget about time for a change…
then “PooF!”
Someone softly but rudely interrupts your heavenly time in paradise to sell …

steady
rest your heart along the banks of my chest
be still, be silent, be weak

infinity
when my demented heart finds yours,
we shall know immortality.

portents
it is your silence that scares me most
…its is your calm before my storm

blown
you have taken my breath away
and scattered my skin into million pieces…

flight
to you who defied gravity,
your soul is boundless

glide
you move like your fingers turning the pages of an old old book, gentle and quiet.
me, looking at you as you absentmindedly place your fingers to your lips,
wetting it to ease the passing of time.

luminescent
999

dive
i will love every …