we will understand.
there’s people who claim to understand
These people will never do
even if I set myself to explain
I’ve decided now
there is no use in wasting my words
I hope to find a soul some day
one which comes already knowing
for us to set ourselves together
to the posing of a hundred questions more
we will already have an edge
and if we end together we will have won
I hear you when I read you.
When one starts to assign
the sound of voices
to words, to phrases
that cannot be heard
but only read
then is when
one starts to fall
or at least
when I start to fall
and I think you will not catch me
therefore I fear what’s happening
I fear the sound of your voice
I mean
the mental recreation of your voice
but how beautiful it is!
Home(less)
Home is not places, it is love
what happens then,
when we have lack of such.
Are we taken to a shelter?
Am I going to be taken to a shelter?
Where is this shelter?
If home is not places,
If home is love,
have I been homeless without knowing?
Will I ever know I’ve arrived home?
Contrast.
Have you wondered
where they hide
all the darkness
that allow
their smiles to shine
the way they shine
since their smiles shine
as bright as stars,
and stars can be seen
only when it’s dark?
Have you wondered where they hide?
explained
I see her every day
as the first time I got to see her,
hence my incapacity to fall for her;
our relationship lacks depth.
Her crying.
She was crying out for ears to hear her
She was crying out for arms to embrace her
She was crying and I was drowning, helpless
I asked her to save me, but she couldn’t hear
she was not able to hear me.
An endless spring.
you don’t have to worry
Flowers have been drawn
on the edges of your dreams
and they’ll remain coloured
for as long as I live
In my life
someone to whom
I could text
good morning
good night
who do I need
to ask
for someone
in my life?
Lost.
A hand.
There was a hand
on top of my hand;
of that I am sure.
Fingers.
Fingers that glided
along my arm;
I felt them once.
They stopped
on my right shoulder.
My right shoulder
was touched with love;
of that I’m sure.
Across my back
it made my neck turn
how those fingers glided
with grace and clear intentions;
they made me look.
They made me stand.
I followed, and how
they allured me to follow!
though I wonder now
where it is that I am.
There was a hand
It was leading me
And I was following
It took me here
where am I now?
Answers are required.
What do we measure love to?
How to say no one will love you like I do?
How to feel deep within an unclear concept?
How to live life with such love as the only prospect?
She forgot the taste of freedom.
Let her go
let her go
she’s a ghost
already
let her be
let her free
let her taste
reality
Let her go back
Let her go find
what she lost
is outside
If she comes back
if she comes back
welcome her
with opened arms
tears are
unlike ink
on paper
useless
they won’t
let words be
therefore
the tears cried
the words written
are useless tonight
because
they can’t be seen
I guess that
what I’m saying is
do not expect
to read from me
A werewolf’s rest
Children will sleep safe
at least for tonight
The crows won’t caw
at least not tonight
I will stay home
at least for tonight
since the moon won’t shine
You, as a whole.
I drew a portrait of you
on a Saturday morning
it was burnt
I took another shot today
this Sunday Night
and though it was better
though I could see you there
I reached a conclusion
You can never be drawn
because graphite
or any other
will never convey
the beauty, that
your bones,
your nerves
your veins,
your flesh,
your skin;
that you convey.
Will I understand?
If you allow me tonight
I would appreciate
biting your upper lip
and gently kissing the other
as my fingers make their way
amongst the wilderness of your hair
my tongue wouldn’t mind
dancing with yours
hand in hand
our bodies colliding
against each other
Such words
I didn’t have to ask
for you read them in my eyes
and grant every single one of
my desires
Help me understand now
why does this void keep on growing?
why is it being filled with emptiness?
Why is it that my loneliness I have to bare
today?
Why have I done so always?
