Our Reality
reality
shaped
at first sight
modified
through time
take from me
first glimpses
work with me
some time
let’s reach
a conclusion
what reality is
is not what it was
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
Mother…
I will be home forever,
you’ll carry me around,
on these photographs.
For ease, I will wait.
I found out that there was no place
where I could be alone;
these storming thoughts,
the sound of your voice,
they won’t just simply stop.
Wise men have said, also from others I’ve heard
one day this all will go away;
I’ve packed my brains,
my clinging self;
I am ready to wait.
We talked.
The moon saw my eyes, she wonders
why they are locked at her sight
I don’t think she has noticed
the beauty she holds against the sky
The moon, she’s a clever woman
she noticed how deep in my heart
there’s a place for a special lady
a place? a void? a place at last
I meant not to cry at her presence
I thought my tears would upset her
but, the moon, she holds not only beauty
she owns kindness as well
The moon, she allowed me to tell her
the story behind the beating of my heart
she held my eyes as a mother holds eyes
and like a storm I let my tears fall
The moon, good-listener woman
I told her about how deep in my heart
there’s a place for a special lady
a place? a void? a place at last
A photograph.
Light which once traveled
got traped onto a frame
with a click! with a click!
it got trapped onto a frame
If we develope the picture,
what will we get to see?
in a blink! in a blink!
will the light which once traveled
ever be free?
Day 22
Lines for the Fortune Cookies.
People know your name; you don’t know theirs.
That warm kettle you live in will, one day, boil.
It was raining season. You are ready for swimsuits.
A sunflower looks for sun; what are you looking for?
One day you’ll turn your head away from a crappy future.
You’ll marry, you’ll be happy, you’ll have what you did not plan.
You’ll have a baby boy, and he’ll have an incredible mother.
Today, you will wake up.
You too could get a ride to the moon and back.
Cheesecake with strawberry marmalade, always cheesecake.
People will wonder the reason behind your smile, they don’t have to know.
You won’t know you were lost until you stumble upon the right path.
Day 21
International affair
it is a matter of two cities
the way our sights collide
are we declaring war?
this does feel as explosion.
I set myself to conquering
the world you eagerly protect
But I’ve fallen in a trench, and
from your weaponry there’s no saving
it is a matter of two cities
but knowing who conquers who
serves now no use
it was a matter of two cities
two cities once at war
nowadays they protect
something as precious as
love
Day 20
Amongst the fire
Particles fly
amber coloured dreams
I see
the future
different I feel
when I get to know
what I’ll leave
What I’ll live
Will I choose?
Do I get to choose
what I live?
among these particles
what I see
future or dreams?
no one else gets to see
my life, my future, my dreams
they can only see
amber coloured particles
only particles
Day 18 : Start and finish your writing with the same word.
An idea
sprung
like flowers will
adorning
each corner of this maze
-my mind-
bringing white
to this once black smile
thank you
and
welcome
Day 17:Greetings
On How I set my future free
sweet
the air
I once breathed
while I was kissing
my future’s lips
soft
the skin
I once touched
while I was holding
my future´s hips
raw
feelings
once conquered me
I did not know what to believe
My future I once set free
Now aimlessly
I wander
on this
empty
street
Day 16
