At home - drowning in the fire, burning in the ocean, I have a dream of this woman with whom I have talked, but only once or twice. One time when I showed her a passage from a book and the second time when she asked me: whom do you write your poems for? and… Continue reading Convincingly Real Dreams
You kissed the sunshine and the flowers bloomed - spring arrived. You touched the fallen seeds and they grew into magnificent trees. You walked across the barren fields; a season later: the farmers had never seen such a yielding harvest. You gazed at the sky and the rain fell down - flooding the river in… Continue reading Your Kiss, Your Touch, Your Walk, Your Gaze
The last I saw of you was amid the shadows where you carried the darkness under the petals that are your eyelids. The last I heard of you was in whispers from the wind that grazed around your body - stealing your fragrance. The last I spoke of you was to the birds that flutter… Continue reading Of You
I had never known a person with so much kinetic energy as to uplift me from the sinking mass of fragmented debris, but this woman who laughs heartily at common jokes and gets drunk on one shot of vodka - 30 ml. She has got my senses blooming - painted like lilacs in spring.