The painful walk to the breeze
My painful lines of a grey breathe
I walked in pace to the green wind
Fresh,cool and murmuring its story
Flowing spring walking the same
Flowing into the rocky beauty
I turned to wish the blue eyes
For giving a dream to walk on




My tears started to escape free
From the frozen part of my heart
Delicate smile frozen,melting
Those strands of hair free
Flowing with the sparkling blue
Pushing me into endless gloom
No words,No thoughts
No light again,Lost darkness
Black moon came shining above
In a night where my origin weeps
I felt my hands sleeping unware
To my relief,It came and went
Leaving a rusty mark in my soul
Hope I never again breathe grey
Hope I never ever see it flow
My painful lines of a grey breathe
Too painful to be called a Nightmare.....
                                         ---Kris

Canicule heat inside 

As I hear my quelling

 Liquescent heart

Shivering in swither

Wintery chill outer

Frost and bloodless

Snowy unlike the-

white hot inside

Impassionately

Ablaze my spirit

Swindled passion

I was conquered

Thwarted I am

No more I am

I am no longer

I cede myself

Follow me not

Cosmic admirers

Seek me not

My livid shadows

No more deluge

No more frost

No more august

No more..No longer

               ---Kris

                                                 

I shall start with a dot.

A period of silence.

Like I one day

When I woke up

To the noise of silence

Into his arms.

No words just a period.

A million colours around

But white was the answer

Billion emotions inside

But feelings so numb

All we could do is to breathe

The luxury of being alive

Awaiting our celebration

I shall end with a dot

A period of silence...

                                                                                                     --Kris

Fire breathing in my lines

Ashes of universal gloom

Glowing burning flame blue

Breathing in my gloomy poetic blue

Ashes of love that never bloomed

Ashes of blue rose that never bloomed

Fumes of lost hope spreading its scent

For the lost and hopeful eye lashes

Like the dusky dark waves so silent

Yet walking into the darkest night

Spreading fire breathing in my lines

Burning my deisre into white ash

Holy white,the darkest white

Still fuming spreading the scent

For the dusky wave lashes

 --Kris

Beneath us they sleep

Above us their soul watches

No tears and no thoughts

From somewhere they still watch

No living trace of them now

But once they lived here

They walked into the cemetry

With a bunch of white roses

In the chilling rainy morning

Wept for hours in all wet

Funeral songs and tears

Grey leaves,No flowers

In their cemetry now

No more tears for the passed wind

No more smiles and flowers

Dreams they had,we live now

Smiles they sacrificed,we smile now

Flowers and farms,birds and trees

Pure hatred and divine love

Cold and bitter,black and white

Deserts and streets,towers

A walk into the past..

For the wind passed

A walk for the future

For the blowing wind

                 ---Kris