Monday, April 30, 2012

Within the river

Within the river
Stands a mighty rock.

Not one inch he would move,
Give way to the river.

With time you see
How much the river
Has moved the mighty rock. 

Sunday, April 29, 2012

The tulip

I sleep in a tulip's cup
under his window, waiting
for dawn to unlock.

A peacock is my guard
raising his feathers
when someone comes to pluck
my tulip's golden cup.

Saturday, April 28, 2012

salted wounds

when you ask me to suffer
voluntarily i will suffer
when you ask me not to speak

i will be silent
when you ask me to sink
i will reach for the ground
i will stay away from fire
and drown in an ocean
of scattered smiles
evaporating into a breeze
that lets the world respire
who am i to raise
above the world's agonies
i will not, can not
i let them pass through
and offer a hand
to support your shoulder
to wipe away tears
to bring you the water
that calms down your fears
my body hurts
but i will learn
to live with salted wounds
and give the balm
to those who require

Thursday, April 26, 2012

The edges are blunt

I grow and shrink
In this rotating feeling
Hanging from a ceiling
Inside me a fan
How to switch off the world
Around my restless blades
The edges are blunt
Memories fade
I cut all air in pieces
If this is the purpose
For which I was made
Please switch me off

Saturday, April 21, 2012

They know best

You see sparkles
But what you see
Are reflections of light
Reverberating from panes
Of high speed trains
Having passed my doorstep
I had thought out
As entrance without keys
Swallowed all moments
Of in between silence
They stole all
My migrating birds
And unlearnt
Their sense of direction
When the world stopped turning
I saw them
Those birds without sense
They need tracks now
I saw them
On seats and in shoes
Without melody
They watch the world through windows
And I wonder
Who is the conductor
Does he draw the maps
He never goes for
Secret little archways
All he sees are tracks
Speeding up the train
What is the speed for
The world is small and round
The only route I know
Follows cycles and seasons
Of heartbeat and rest
Of fire and rain
I cultivate the soil
And throw out the seeds
Let them grow wildly
Without any fence
They know best
What makes a spray worth the harvest
They know best
What makes a field worth the rain

Thursday, April 19, 2012

In a room without end

I tricked myself
Only to end up
In a room without end

Could have wandered forever
Convinced to see a wall

But then I remembered
Closed my eyes
And took a step back

All my wandering
Had not taken me further
Than one step
From the door I had left
Days ago

I wonder, how often
Will I have to remember
And take a step back

Monday, April 16, 2012

And the moon became my boat

When the shade of a cloud
Touched my skin
I looked down to earth
And saw myself
In a river of shadow and light
Passing over me

It streamed into a lake and the moon
Became my boat
Carrying all my melodies
Into beautiful morning light
I know the moon can’t swim
But it wouldn’t sink either

Tuesday, April 10, 2012

let's not play with gravity

if every thing was light
we would fall into space
where no body can breathe
wings without pressure
seeds without ground
no rivers and trees

every thing floating
on currents of dust
all falling apart
into light within darkness
no need 
for love and compassion
forgiveness and grief

let's not play with gravity
things appear to be heavy
they only appear 
so we can learn, love and live

Thursday, April 05, 2012

flowers wither, rivers dry,
heat melts all fragile moments
you fly here and there and every second
we could share just passes by