We must all be again

Somehow… In these times of trouble for many… of confusion, war, pain, death, loss… My mind, as if running away.. Insists I must return… to happier days… of childhood dreams… carefree plays… But how would my nostalgic verses serve a world in sorrow? I ask myself… Should I not write words of hope, Talk of…

Summer end

Summer afternoon by the shore… We watched the tide slowly rise… Wondering… How far would it come… Before the sun went down? Will the delicate waves Reach to tickle our toes? You asked… We sailed an abandoned fisherman’s boat On dry sand… Lying on our backs… Watching the summer clouds go by… Listening to the…

Yesterdays of Today

Yesterdays of today… Like a familiar song To a new beat As we come and go… What have we learnt from our pain? Vessels… As if aliens, Intricate expressions.. Of this universal life… Collective dance, Seeking to negate An inevitable… Inescapable… Integral existence… In this flawed pursuit Of alienation… Separation… In this ever changing… Never…

The Wall

On her knees… With a delicate dance of her hands… Mother Life’s fingers grazed the wet sand… Endless tears pouring out… What about me? She wrote… what about love? What about life? My son… You might build a wall… imprison your sick mind… runaway… hide… but for every brick of your wall… I shall give…

Winter wish

Winter had arrived after the rain… The sounds of their footsteps on the softened ground travelled gently… Beyond the window pane… In bed…Half sleep, with the fresh winter light warmly caressing his face… Softly kissing his lips… The artist wished for a dream…

Maria’s dream

One summer day… as the cold river water softly caressed her skin Maria’s passion for rain turned dream… And although I think Maria knew that in this universe not a single rain drop ever gets lost… She would build a rain station to capture all the rainfall of her love… Like passing ripples twisting tree…

Tick Tock

(Get money and you can buy anything) Sat at the table tie around his neck vaper in hand… he looked at the clock… tick tock tick tock Time still for a quick thought… Must avoid rush hour on my way to work… He looked up and said to himself… Can you buy that sky? Can…