From the other end of the Universe .

At dawn a voice calls out,
Loud, yet seemingly whispering
through the blanket of dimly lit stars
of the early morning sky.

At dusk that voice calls out again.
Whispering through the sheets
of heavenly tints and hues.
Whispering, yet loud enough
to stir my soul with longing.

I stand gazing ; listening in silence
to the voice calling out
from the other end of the universe.


He and She .

They were burning the lifeless body
under a pile of woods.

She stood there watching ;
Sill. Emotionless. Numb.

“What do they think they’re burning anyway?”,
She said to herself, as her whole being filled up
with the warmth of his soul.