Nightingale

Hello readers,

I am excited to introduce you to my first ebook on lulu.

It’s a short collection of seven poems about relationships, heartbreak and self-cure.

Here’s a sneak peak inside:

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You can download it for free at:

http://www.lulu.com/shop/adda-germon/nightingale/ebook/product-23167966.html

Happy reading!

Thank you 🙂

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A pigeon’s fate

When I was not carrying your burden, my feet weighed as light as the feathers of a homing pigeon. My soul as pure as the whiteness of its body. My wings carried me high and above, taking me wherever I wanted.

But you plucked on my feathers and made quills out of them. Dipping them in my blood, you wrote my life, my destiny for me. How far was I supposed to go? Who was I to meet? All my decisions were in your hands.

You built fresh nests around me and asked me to lay eggs and each time when I refused, you built walls around me, their levels as high as your insecurities.

Now I can barely catch a glimpse of the painted glass windows of the house nearby. They have always joined my screams when you would go away. And I know once I am completely confined in these walls, my screams will not be muffled, rather, they will be so loud, loud enough to explode those windows and send sharp shards flying all around. And at that point I would wish deeply in my heart for one of those to find your way and pierce through your rough and callous skin. I want you to bleed, I want you to cry in pain and then with those broken shards I want to write the destiny of your life, just like you wrote mine.

Beast of future

A complex labyrinth of the future to contain the beast of today—human Butterscotch streets of Mars AI takeover, Hawking said Or a huge crack in time, emergence of The Langoliers Rise of the dead, the Zombie’s apocalypse Or the alien’s attack against the beastly selfish breed killing one another, mercilessly Or a huge submarine dwelling […]

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Fireworks

can you see,

the fireworks in my heart

like a bottle of carbonated drink

gushes out when opened

 

can you see,

the light in my eyes,

when the little sparks

reflect my emotions

 

can you see,

the river at the back

taking in all the fallen

fireworks

 

fireworks,

can you see,

the fireworks

the fireworks

There are no candles on the table

It is dark, it is stormy

an old man walks through the room

a cane in his hand

he blindly walks around

but lits no candles on the table

 

the widow at the end of the street

peeks outside

the dark stormy night

a chill makes her shudder

but she has no candles on her table

 

the broken family on the adjacent street

has a lady crying

in her gloomy room

the wind howls outside

but there are no candles on her table