Tuesday, 11 December 2018

possess, not

there is this urge
a longing
to possess
whatever i see
i feel
to possess the horizon
the taste of crimson 
in the evening sky
and the monotony of the waves
crashing over the rocks
to possess them
the difference between
the shades of green 
on a tree
the lapse in the movements
of a bird in flight
and the sound of dry leaves
crushing beneath my feet
possess the crescent
slowly dissolving
into the darkness
and the silence
pushing me into sleep
possess the power
of being able to stare
into the warmth
of the setting sun
and watch it reduce to nothing
possess the experience
of time passing by
with the changing light
and that fraction of second
when the mind melts
into dreams
possess each word
and what becomes of it
as it rushes
onto the supple surface of paper
from the growing limbs
of my thoughts


i don't want to belong,
in that possession,
to anything
belong not
to my own thoughts
heaving my body down,
to the wind 
pulling my hair 
and trying to take me along
belong not 
to the fresh stain on my sleeve
or the man staring at me
with his comfortable piercing 

how is that possible

belong nowhere
and still possess it all?

Wednesday, 25 July 2018

memory of light

I sit and stare at the passing clouds
over Treis Elies
while the sun revolves
around the orbit of my
still body.
silence is broken
only by an itching throat,
I cough
and wave the silence around me
it mutates and dances
sometimes as the sweet smell of pine trees
or as a distant whistling of the wind

time is nothing
but a memory of light
days, dates and hours
are lost in this memory
what remains?
a cup of dusk at the cafe
or a walk in dense darkness

while my eyes wake up 
to the flooding light
the wings of a fly
echo in the silence
they carry a memory
of today
embedded permanently
in my conscious

it is good at times
to miss a bus or catch a wrong one
to encounter things
outside the prescription of life

Thursday, 1 February 2018


my hands are very cold
blue blood
and stays
at the tip of m
y fingers

it's been two hours
between your warm hands
but didn't you just come?

he says he has to leave
it's getting late

but you just came
I say

he rubs my hands
puts them in his pocket
and leaves

my hands are warm now
but I feel