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.

Tears

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Memories a fragrance stimulates
Tears have but no counterpart

For tears encompass diverse tastes
Of which memories is a head start

Standing in front of God he weeps
Tears fall as she bruises her limb

Tinge in eyes as hope leaps
Welled up on a future grim

Memories a fragrance stimulates
Tears have but no counterpart

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 […]

via Beast of future — 242 RT

Summer resigned

sunset-chaser

After three years of sunshine,
there finally were dark clouds

pouring rain

no sweat, no headaches

just sweet melody of dripping water
on the open armed leaves

and open mouthed grass
taking in the life

after three years of death
yellow to green

yellow to blue
the anger of sky

is now a cuddle
for everything that is covers

is beautiful
just beautiful