A bamboo pen writes
On her lips shades of color appear
An apple breaks sweetness
I imagine love but never
Experienced the feeling in
A kiss planted on
Her lips part and close
A tulip in spring time revives
A bee collects honey from
Her lips part and close
My heart sings and shudders beating
Senses depart to
Her lips part and close
My heart sings and shudders beating
On her lips I rest.
September 1, 2019
In the heat
Two smells emerge
Over powering the senses
In the heat
The sun boils the skin
And leaves target marks for wasps
In the heat
The sweat fills the locker rooms
The perfumes kill the ozone zone
And left
The homeless soul lonely on the streets
In heat strangling the last breath
Of hey fever stricken corpse.
Left alone …
August 18, 2019
Summer time and cotton high and the
Song goes for the baby in cradle
Hush baby hush
No!
No sneezing now
No coughing either
Hush baby hush
Your dada’s sleeping an’
Your mama’s missing
Shopping
Meeting a lover
Meeting a friend
Who cares
She has dada’s credit card
Dada’s sleeping with dreams
His mistress
No sneezing now
No coughing either
Hush baby hush
Killer flowers can’t get you
Hey fever is temporary
Like everything in life
Cotton is no more
Hush baby hush
New episode of the latest craze on tv
Your dada’s phone is ringing an’
Your mama’s messaging is spiralling
Out of control
Like everything in life
Cotton is no more
But
You remain fragile so
Hush baby hush.
August 17, 2019
Trickles of heatwave sweat
Drops flow in engraved tunnels on the
Face side limping
Fever they say
Got hold of my soul
Made me a wild beast
Hundreds of voices in my head
Images flicker behind my retina
Colouring my iris
Wake up! I order myself
Dragging my dead corpse
I
Order
Breakfast
Late afternoon in
Half empty cafe
Playing nostalgic songs
I know but don’t remember the
Words
Omelette I ordered
I eat in silence although
Tempted to sing along
Perhaps
Once
Heatwave
Headache
Leaves me
Alone.
July 27, 2019
A drawing on the wall
A coloured floor
An icon to believers
A writing to historians
A vandal’s nonsense
A nuance of rebellion
A stone holding all the memories
Of grieving heart
From the distant past brings
Into present
The secrets of being
A human.April 7, 2019
Leaf from life taken
Words like frogs in my throat
Frogs sit, leaf dies.April 6, 2019
Stop sending
Endless emails about
Nothing stop
I had enough noise
Today head, my
Head is screaming
Electronic
Noise is buzzing
Life into
Void, digital existence is
Called, now I
Understand Buddha’s teaching
Delusion and
Emptiness, are the existence in
Now … stop!April 3, 2019
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