00:37

Trapped Inner Core

Have I not seen a life form formless
Void of emotions motionless?
And if I become a soul examiner
Dissecting a noun out of the heart,
A colourful adjective to enhance
A mind’s performance of a musical;
A ritual within my inner core,
So, have you seen a life form formless
Void of emotions motionless?



Wednesday, 26th of August 2015

15:39

Won’t Write Anymore

The tip of my pencil used to break
And I would sharpen it,
The ink of my pen used to dry out
And I would replace it,
The lined sheet of paper used to fill out
And I would turn the page,
The blank sheet of paper used to finish
And I would grab some more,
But not today,
Not anymore,
The pencil is sharp,
The ink is not dry,
The lined paper is empty,
The blank paper is in the box,
But never will I scribble –
A letter,
Or a word,
Or even a sentence,
Or a mind’s paragraph,
Or a heart’s essay,
The pencil is still sharp,
The ink is still not dry,
The lined paper is still empty,
The blank paper is still in the box.


Thursday, 20th of August 2015

15:23

The Ideal Stamp

Inscribe on it the tears of society,
To be sent on the edges of universe,
Let this stamp be on postcards,
Let it be on asylum seekers,
Put on it few symbols of life,
Water, trees, sun, or even birds,
And as for the choice of colour,
Let it shine the shades of humanity,
And remove all those numbers and currencies,
And leave but one word,
In hope that every soul whispers it,
As they stick this stamp on an envelope,
Peace!



Thursday, 20th of August 2015

15:14

Lifting Depression

The mist gradually enveloped my soul,
Natural cycles of life halted,
Branches of trees snapped,
Leaves on the ground hardened,
My back becomes more crooked,
To look ahead was to open wounds,
To move backwards only eased them,
But the drums of battle pierced my limbs,
I had few breaths left,
And no chance of survival,
Then a being entered my curse,
The dark mist on my soul lifted,
The waters of life returned,
Now, my branches towards the heavens elevated.



Thursday, 13th of August 2015

14:59

Captured Moments

A familiar face and a familiar body,
And another, a friend with another,
A moment captured like his camera,
Like at the park or this sunny arch,
Another moment of beautiful breeze,
Awaiting for the yearned reunion,
My eyes sitting on a flight of stairs,
And I blink while he produced a portfolio,
The one with another for a gallery,
And I blink with the rushing of the river,
Background noises and pigeon visits,
The dog of the homeless almost lost,
The dance of the seagulls up above,
Awaiting for the yearned reunion,
And I blink at the lady with the violin,
Solo on the cobblestones near the arch,
Random kid running away from her father,
Her contagious smile spreads all around,
And my buddy arrives followed by the others,
Many moments captured with a blink of an eye.



Friday, 07th of August 2015

17:56

Take Heed

O old chief of a willow tree,
Feed your branched offspring,
Angry weeps from my wells,
Filled by forgotten headlines,
I know few facts to share,
Wounds hold us together,
Dreams lift us together.

Though wars only –

Deepen our wounds,
Shatter our dreams –

My
Form
Crumbles

O old chief of a willow tree.




Saturday, 15th of August 2015

00:20

A Poetic Pen

Write me a poetic pen,
One that ties in with a branch,
Ink letters on my shoulders,
Let it bloom into a rosy moment,
Extinguish a candle for the smoke,
And pin down the running pen,
But not until all has been said,
Not until the whispers dry out,
Make a weapon there and then,
For the tongue has be struck,
Blue, green, black, and red,
Thoughts shooting out like stars,
Each to highlight a corner,
Merging for a delightful portrait,
About this little poetic pen.



Friday, 07th of August, 2015

00:18

Moments with Nature

Fly into me frisky birds,
Tell a story about the sea,
Alarm everyone about today,
Spare me a wing or two,
A flight of many moments,
And fly into me ivy leaves,
Fragrant my air with your colours,
Write on my dense skin,
Or through them light a dream,
A treasure of many moments,
And fly into me ancient branches,
Send earth few whispers,
Cover me a shade for my mind,
Let rituals ascend into heavens,
Or descend for many moments,
And fly into me pouring rain,
Get rid of the lungless smoke,
Teach us a divine ceremony,
And cleanse our youthful souls,
A blessed era of many moments,
And fly into me shooting stars,
Mesmerise my eyes with a painting,
Or just light a night such as this,
Fill it with many distant smiles,
And elevate it into a single moment.



Friday, 07th of August 2015

17:18

A Polar Bear’s First Love

Spiders creeping on my white fur?
No, but a superficial tickly sensation,
Her arms and her thighs I prefer,
Something is racing, is that emotion?
I walk slowly and then I start to run,
I growl passionately for no reason,
I have to say something, maybe a pun,
Is this what they call a mating season?
The lightbulb sparks over my head,
And as a scientist I develop a hypothesis,
Love is but a series of emotions on thread,
And another male is definitely my nemesis.



Thursday, 30th of July 2015