Posted in Poetry


The paunch of God
Is opening— and poetry
Falling on the earth
Is bathing it as a
Sensual music …
I listen to the
Rhythm of rain—
It’s a wet sonata—
A soothing consonance
Of myriad whispers …
Rain touching the earth
Resembles buttons twinkling….
Now it has subsided
Like a baby going to sleep.



I am a Hellenic Philistine Hedonist, an existential nihilist, and a postmodernist with a passion to write poetry, fiction, essays and philosophy.

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