étude #16

your silhouette is hiding
behind the rice paper screen.

every time I see it
I want to tear the screen
and enter your domain.

yet every time I dread
you may be only silhouette.

I’ll sit and pry,
until the lantern dies.


dreams #4

suddenly I woke up.
stripped down from the dreams.

I was laying on my bed naked,
waiting for the sun,
to cover my abasement
with shadows.

yet the sun didn’t come,
it even refused to peek inside
through the dusty shades
on the windows.

confined to the gloom
I fell back into the slumber,
decorating myself with the attire
of dreams.

then I realized
that the sun always shines,
it just can’t penetrate
the soil.

a girl with the pink hair

a girl with the pink hair
what are you doing this hour forlorn?
while you’re filling the void
in this air with a smell of a pee.

we’re riding same train,
sitting across.
whereas I am not Hungry Wolf
hence you’re not Red Riding Hood.

clanging wheels, ticking breaths,
flickering lights;
counting cravings that we could have
while musing on numerous nights.

the trending intentions we flourish,
the attempts to redefine our past.
the misunderstandings we cherish,
imploded anticipations we lust.

I saw all these reflecting
in the rainbow sunglasses you wear,
protecting your eyes from the throw backs
that you’re so afraid to bear.

the imaginary Pan Piper
is calling you out.
you will get out and I’ll stay confined,
facing the void you made.

eternal #15/a lullaby

a bicycle ride,
occasionally changing lanes.

a nameless blood cell
in the pulsating vein.

adrenaline shots on the tab,
maneuvers between the taxis.

a sperm in the fallopian tube,
is wandering in vain.

it is not about you,
it is also not about me.

late night arguments, –
a prolix

of the honking cars
on the avenues of New York.

a multistory living,
confined by the curbs.

it is almost a midnight,
the skyline is the new milky way.

angels are watching over
the traffic on a highway.

go to sleep.

nocturnal #4

in that room
where the walls are bare.

from that angle
I could see us glued together.

we were an axis.

and the universe was revolving around us
and the darkness was dull
and the barren moon was a night owl
and the fireflies could be the stars,
but it wasn’t the right season.

and I thought to myself, –
that the world will spin
as long as
we’ll stay

then the sun came out
and dazzled me.

thus I had to change
the angle.