Welcome to Luke's world of uncertainties and instabilities...!


I write...
I write that comes to my mind here,
That remains in my mind as memories...
And anything that i feel to write...
Yes, I puke my frustrations here...

Wednesday, May 28, 2014

From the messages to the Iranian comrade...

For me, these countries are all distant dreams...
Your country, Iran, where soulful innocent characters were born,
Italy, where Renato and Malena lived,
France from where Dreamers sensually and intellectually connected to me,
Turkey, and France again through which Gegen Die Wand traversed through, rather Cahit and Sibel met and mated...
Moving frames captivated my senses a lot....with the places it showed me, with the characters it introduced to me....lots...lots ...

Remember them

When your life is so happening, moving in the fast lane, try to remember those people who knocked your door for some kindness and left empty handed...

Sunday, May 25, 2014

The chosen one

Prophets were always the "Chosen one". I'm glad to be one, the chosen one to walk the unique route of a ship sailing in inconsistencies.

Tuesday, May 13, 2014

Beauty

You left...
But thou aura remains... fresh, even after hours...
But, you left...
And, is that the absence that makes it beautiful?
Whatever, it is beautiful...


The difference

Many people walk alone in the streets,
But only the one walking with subtle gloom is a 'loner'...
Upon the realisation of this difference,
The loner smiled, and walked on...

Do not let me die without letting me feel the colour and fragrance of the flower I longed to feel without plucking it...


Lie with me. Lie to me not.


I am not a poet. I am a poem.