Wednesday, July 27, 2011

The man is locked away in a diary
Written by me
For this standard words

Can only be unlocked
By your sharp looks
Through that curls of hair
Smelling raspberry and olive
Scattered by a breeze
And my breath

Monday, July 4, 2011


Another rain from another time

There are no universes with a roof
You drank from the moon I have buried
For the dreams in it, poisonous
You are addicted now, for
You have nothing to say about me
But at my expense you made lot of jocks
The rain is hilarious as it pours in another time

There is nothing to hide now
The leaf is as green as it can ever be
The forest is as dark as it can ever be
But still I walk in my sleep to a poem
I have never written, for
You will understand them if I recite
But, no, I won’t, because I can’t break
My image of toughness or arrogance

There, dear, is my grave. Come, read the epitaph
Life is what made me and broke me
Life is what given me a grave this beautiful
And I am thankful to you both.


Sunday, June 5, 2011

The Journey

Every tree is

Part of a great journey
As every leaf is
Fraction of
An infinite green

Map to a great
The branches
Mould into a
Space not fixed

Rain travel through
Roots to leaves
Whispering the
Language of clouds

Every leaf is there
For the journey
As the sun soak them
In golden silence

Thursday, June 2, 2011

Dry land to

A bed of emerald

Dry branches to
A green length

Yellow bird is
With rain drops

Saturday, May 21, 2011

News of an attempted murder

(You may not hear it in any news)

A thin string in
The neck
Gloved hands are

A train broke
The silence
Opening me
To a death yet to come

I am happy to be here
In this eye of hurricane

The string chokes
Opening me
To a dark desire
Engraved in my loneliness

Monday, May 16, 2011

Remote Love


I loved her
Through my phone

We are together and apart
Alone in the midst of a web
Hot and cold at the same time
Made love in between

I loved her
Like a cold wind loving the
Dark night
Whispering to the
Split bamboos

The final mourn escaped
From her lips
Reached my ears
Hard on

It split
Spilling my identity
Hot, rusty
My body crumpled
As an antique ship

A scrap set to melt