Shadows

A crow
Sat
On the
Shadow of
A branch

Looked
At

A cow
Eating
Shadows of
Grass

Clear
Images
Merged

Voices
Became
Shadows of
Thunder

Life
Under the
Shadow of
A tomb

Exhilarating

Cycle of life

When I walk
It walks after me

When
I walk
I walk towards it
Even if
It walks towards
Me

When we meet
There ends

The circle

Metamorphosis

An eye Sees nothing, stores nothing

Yet an eye as an eye
Took shape of a bird
Spread its wings
Draped the light with darkness

It burned a silence
In the heart of a God

An eye as an eye
Became a bird
Took the sky in its eyes


(The third edited version. Thank you Cristina, Lekh and Avy.)

Victoria’s Secret

They said it’s all a secret
Revealed in pink for the crowd
Nice and laced
Brunettes in chocolate swimsuits
Blacks wearing red two pieces
Whites with practically nothing
But all with wings
Remains of discarded angels

The lights were dim in my room
Beats from a rock band
The catwalk
FTV was showing
How the secrets are exposed
Through bare sadness
In victoria’s eyes

In a Poem...

The rain was on their roof. Early morning cool breeze slowly came through the open window, the curtains dancing with its rhythm. Her head was on his shoulder, his soft breath as a mesmerizing chant wrapped her in sadness. She was not slept that night. Still she was glad that he was sleeping, calm, and her smell wrapping him in a serine sense of belonging. The rain sounded sweet, as his love that made her life meaningful. At that moment as a line in his poem, she belonged to him, body and spirit.