Friday, August 17, 2012

I lost the water colours

A circle of fire,
drawn around the moon.

I lost the water colours
to silent curves
that never knew secrets and pain.

A smile hides behind a mirror,
everything gives way,
paint crumbles off,
...

When I opened the door
creases of a curtain swallowed
the sun.

I lost my hair in storms.
You jump and I toss a dice.

Keep telling myself
to hold onto rain.

Watching fishermen


It’s a longing for the sea
A walk on the shore without sunset
When will I come home, I wonder
Watching fishermen
Pulling their boats off shore
The smell of fish
Weighs down my chest
But then, can I grudge
What I was not
Meant to be

Sunday, August 12, 2012

dropping sand

in a hot air balloon
off to the milky way
dropping sand
we forgot the music
maybe our flight
is meant to be
light in
placidity

Sunday, August 05, 2012

Passing by


The fruit selling lady
Greets me every day with 'bye'
And I wonder
Why she does not greet me 'hi'
What to say to someone
Who just passes by

Saturday, August 04, 2012

she turns she falls

she cannot dance on this edge
of uncollected dreams
she turns she falls
blindfold sensation
a next step perhaps a step
back into a melody
she follows never off track
this edge is steep on both sides
of random direction