Counting sands.


Success is counted sweetest

by those who ne’er suceed. . .

-Emily Dickinson

I would rather taste defeat

first than success, coz at least i knew

how to fall flat,

eat that dirt,

then get back in the game

so I can be me.


Weight of the wait.


“I know that he exists

Somewhere, in silence.

He has hid his rare life

From our gross eyes.”

       -Emily Dickinson

        Life. LXXX p49

        Barnes and Noble Classics


Dont hide,

but be in silence.

Be silent,

yet speak to me in turmoil.

Dont hide,

do show up where i dont need you.

Be silent,

I know you are there waiting.