unlove

Life is not poetic. Life is a noise of a thousand loudspeakers blasting away at the same time. But somewhere in this noise poetry whispers. Such music drowns the noise in a pool of silence. Pain disappears; anger dissolves; sorrow smiles; tears vanish. An untimely smile crosses the lips. And a stroke of rainy wind caresses the eyes and nose. The air resounds with 'You are not alone in this journey.' The glaring sun turns into an overcast sky... This is a collection of such whispers amid the fanfare of screams hoots and jeers.