For Lovers Only

For Lovers Only

Sunday 31 March 2013

French Tip...

Son oeil savait larges horizons
Il était habitué aux montagnes
Et avait percé le mystére de leur grandeur
Les animaux et les oiseaux, les arbres et la terre,
les plantes et les fleurs
Lui avait enseigné le secret de l'amore.
                                  -Missak Manouchian



The first poem I learnt in French ^.^
English translation
His eye knew broad horizons
He was used to mountains
And had pierced the mystery of their grandeur.
The animals and birds, trees and
flowers, plants and the earth
Had taught him the secret of love


Saturday 16 March 2013

Untitled...

This writing has a heart beat and in the shadows of twilight as I draw my book closer, I can hear it quickening at the nearness of two souls so alike.

Saturday 9 March 2013

We Are Broken...

… And then all of a sudden the life we never had became unhinged. With the immediacy of an intake of air following an absence of breath we fell together through the darkness, our souls stitched to one another, our minds freer than the day we were born.