Thursday, 21 December 2017

orange

isn't it good sometimes
to be stuck in traffic
and stay
stuck
not reach
the destination
destiny
anywhere

i have an orange
in my bag
it travels with me
to work
and back home
i always forget
to eat it
it stays
in a corner
of my bag
i like it
there
stuck
waiting
while i
listen to the impatient
honking cars
flickering lights
people with music
in their ears
and games in their hands

but
the orange
stays
sitting in it's dark
warm
corner

waiting

Tuesday, 12 December 2017

nausea

nauseating
this place
and me
?

tirelessly seeking
for equilibrium
there are walls
inside me
pushing 
one 
another

my words
my thoughts
make no sense
anymore

what this city does to you
is make you porous
and numb
at the same time
you swallow everything
but without letting it
swallow 
you

I've closed my ears
but I still hear
the nauseating
whispers
from the streets

I still hear
I still feel

yet
as I shut my door
as I sit in a corner
of my room
as I close
my eyes
my
self

I
swallow

Wednesday, 22 November 2017

bleeding silence

my pages are bleeding
light
bleeding silence
rising and falling
waves of silence
thoughts pierce the skin

my body aches to the touch
of this silence

i turn around
once again,
its 3am
my clock has stopped running
resigned it rests, tired
weighing on my eyelids

i'm conscious of the weight
of the transition

and the cycle goes on

until I lose attention
and
fall...


Friday, 3 November 2017

walking in circles

pour me a cup
of moonlight
until i sip it
to eternity

i
keep walking
in circles
through the same dark roads
which take me home

wait

until
I breath the moonlight
while life overtakes me

you should wait

unlike those
who keep driving me
towards the dark road
which begins
and ends at home

you should wait
till morning

let me pluck
the sun from the horizon

let me see it
wither
back
to the ground


wait

while life overtakes




Wednesday, 11 October 2017

As i fall asleep

against this monotony
against the deceiving moonlight
I can feel the subtle changes

what would you do
if left alone
locked in a room
staring
at the same empty walls
the clock getting weary
of passing through
the same numbers

the fan is caressing my hair
as I try to look at the sky
through the gasping
curtains

the movement of the curtains
is also monotonous
it has a rhythm
to my closing eyes
moving back and forth
along with my breath
as I fall asleep

Saturday, 8 July 2017

stillness

there is a stillness
in this place
which resonates
with the stillness
inside me
as if I can breathe it
in and out
with every gesture,
with every pause
the silence surfaces
between us
a comforting silence
but as it intensifies
I feel devoid of shelter
naked below the sky
immersing
in the ground
with the weight of this
silence
so slow
no one can notice
no one can hold
just witness the stillness
of our dissolving insides

Monday, 5 June 2017

a little deeper into the ocean

I'm tired of rising
everyday
to the piercing
brightness
burning my eyelids,
wake me up
when the sun is wet
and the waves
are emitting light,
I want to see it
sown
a little deeper
into the ocean
and my feet
touch the horizon

Tuesday, 23 May 2017

changing light

while confronting
an irreducible 
grain of time
a craving grips me 
from within,
sinking at the horizon
like a seed sown,
the creepers
of tomorrow
are 
waiting 
to 
grow

in a tranquil night
motionless
dark
the creepers
swallowing the grey clouds
climbing
slowly
will inhale the whole sky.
the repetitions of the waves
as the wind breaths
it seems as if
time
is
gasping

and I can feel
the changing light
growing
beneath the horizon
dark
I can smell this slowness
with every strand of hair
dancing on my forehead
just like a slow
rhythmic dance
amid the 
heavy
inert
silence

Wednesday, 12 April 2017

death of an ant

standing amongst
a fragile monotony
an everyday
a stage where  
even a subtle blow of wind
becomes a marker
an event of consequence,
death of an ant
              or the smell of sweat
a torn page
              or an honest voice
a forgotten face
              or a numb smile
any slight touch 
at the tranquil surface 
of this stagnant routine
becomes everything to fall upon,
every thought 
every word
of this silent 
rumination
which is swallowed
by a vicissitude
reflects, stretches, 
rises above me

Saturday, 18 March 2017

skin under my feet

the skin under my feet
is breaking apart
I see cracks
layers of dust revealed
I like them
the cracks
the dust
the reminiscence
of yesterday
today
they remind me of
that smell,
robust
but porous
an almost physical
corporeal smell
affecting the brain
a nostalgic smell
impaling all senses
the smell of dried clay
water swallowed
within the cracks
smelling of
memories
wet
tangible

that smell

And
         so much
from these cracks
so much
from touching them
revealing
from the dust
                      so much


Friday, 17 March 2017

monotonous

So much ink on these pages,
flipping from one to another,
flipping through day and night,
flipping in and out of the bed.

So much goes between
the ink and the flipping,

yet we don’t realise.

Just keep flipping.

Sunday, 5 March 2017

Sinking

how would you see anything
anything
if your vision is blocked
by a parasite
on the shores of hope
in the waves
of anticipation
touching your feet
at every stroke
sinking you in
the porous
tomorrow
sinking
in
today,
disappearing
              feet
      legs
         palms
    chest,
eyes
look up
to their companion
waving at the horizon
drowning
red dark spots
hover in the sight
and a crescent
above
it's getting dark
and the spots,
dark red,
are also drowning
in a darker background
        time
to go
       home


5 3 '17

Sunday, 26 February 2017

Silence


My hands are coveting
The silence
Which stands in front of me
Naked
A desire so loud
A desire
Naked
I reach out
With trembling fingers
Trembling breath
I reach out to succumb
The silence
Within the gaps
Of my trembling fingers
Within the parenthesis
Of breathing
In
            And

                        Out