The Other Side of the Lake

Dear Virginia,Even after wishing it really bad, I can’t seem to sleep tonight. I really need to. My body really deserves a break. From me. I’m sure in your cottage the greens have crawled all around, and lakes have filled with alluring seductions. I, sometimes, most of the times, can comprehend why you needed the…

Asylum 3

The nights that they laid out,had fear of missing out.Had parchment bags filled with plans. Meanwhile,Medieval monks making up for lost months,sat down on rooftops. They’ve died only once.In the new and improved world,people die so many timesone loses counts.When you cannot keep up with your own demise,how should or can you  keep up with…

Insomnia

I don’t hear clock bells.When the cattle belled people roll over in their beds,and ting the sound rose,I hear those .Time becomes free after midnight.It breaks free of the clocks of the world. It flies and chats. I hear that.Time swimming around. Silently splashing and growing flowers in burial grounds. People sigh a lot in…

Memory

Petal by petal the pain blossomed.And light by light the sun grew.Does the sun feel his age?Does he, at dawns, wake up just to be done with the job?Like feverish folks.Does his skin ache?At times, does his light lay a little dim?Does he, at dusk, feel nostalgic looking at the yellows?Before resigning for the day,does…

Touch

I miss your touch. Where did they all go?The sparkle that bloomed,when our fingers rowed the alert air,and bended towards each other. In the space between heaven and earth,are they floating in, in unheard serenity? The sparkle that we made,from all the quiet touches.Flowers made out of light,Out of tender sorrows.Out of famished fever.Out of…

Honey,

There was a dragonfly riding a yellow leaf to the sunset.The pink sunshade was crying bittersweet memories, as they waved by. I wish I had a dragonfly,To cross me by,The cosmic river that gets me high. I slept through the thunder,but woke up to the rain.I know things are messed up,But stories never go in…

The Quiet Chaos

“Who goes there?”At times, in timeless waters,I like to soak my feet in. Fishes and sea monsters fly in the after rain glory.Kites and kittens swim in the seas and tell their story.Who am I to gossip and spoil their allegory?I sigh and say to the Moroccan grass,‘I don’t want their fury…’They begin all story…

The First Day

I wish I remembered the first day. I wish I kept it somewhere, somewhere in the billions of cells of my brain. How the first light hit me. How it felt. Who was the first face? I know everybody says its your mother, but it had to be the midwife. The first face, a woman…

Lullaby

Let’s just hope hope comes true. Let’s just hope hope is not a fairy tale. How do we accumulate hope?I mean it’s not based on the statistics that light up the news screens.I don’t have to tell you, but,have you seen how many people,Live on hope where the charts show,“You are fucked!”Who calculates those?The ”…

A Dot

When roads pray in solitude, and the sky grants them with sunsets,I crawl out of me,I cry out of me,I coo out of me.What was to become of me?What was to begin for me?Where did my summer was to get high,And imagine shades of bliss?Bag full of bliss went on a parade,Bag full of bliss…