Another’s

How to love a man,
whose lips whisper another’s name?
A woman’s

I weep in my sleep
As his eyes look at the horizon
Over the edge of my pillow

My hands caress his skin
But not the tender fabric of his heart
For its another’s

The woman at the ball
The mirror I looked into
Her likeliness like my past

When the night was young
And the moon was a virgin
Yes! Her moon!

Still young and bright,
In the dawn of the twilight
And on the warm earth beneath

She lays in a bed of grass
And hums to the stars,
Her voice calling to the angels

And along comes my man
At least he was,
In the past

Now a stranger,
Or another’s man
In my bed of withering grass

And with my tears to wipe,
I lay cold, thoughtful,
How to love another’s man?

 

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pendulum

Sweat and skin
Brushes of hair between
I feel his breath on my neck

The desires of a pounding heart
A race to a finish line
Only to start from where it ends

Just a pendulum
Either a top left or right
And again, back to the middle

Like a bird in the sky
Caught in a current
That forever is yearned

Stretching her wings
Before the break of the winds
That she must find ground again

From the same tree she flew,
An old branch of an oak,
Where her nest will ruin

At the changing seasons
Her spirit like a flame,
Losing the color of its light

As she flies again and again
Trying again and again
Until the sun falls and rises never again

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The bride in a black dress

Where the roses drift on a drying river,
My heart pounds less to the echoes of your lies

Smooth lines mark the edges
A circle looping us inside a past

The black scarf in a closet
The tears of a weeping star

That the moon was mine
And not the warmth of your skin

On a cold night,
At least for most of the nights

When you were with her,
Until the break of a new dawn

But not another colored sun
For the shade is fading

The effects of your drug waning
That it only hurts to breathe

Between sobs of rage,
Pain and ecstasy

The crystal of naivety
A rainbow sunset that I had seen

Transformed into a twilight
That now,
I am the bride in a black dress

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unordinary man

I have watched the world through a window,

the small screen on my phone,

I was afraid to be honest.

I am still.

hiding behind texts, likes and comments.

sure they haven’t been many but they have got me through.


the little coward…

molded like a rice ball,

rolled on the ground

you can see the specks of dust stuck in my skin

I am no “unordinary” man

I have stopped trying to break through

I am not giving up either

I am simply living today

I am me

the horrible writer on the “press”

Sorry! You broke my heart

The changing clocks

same faces trapped in reflections…

…of glass before moving hands

Our adaptation to the good,

as we knew it

There is more pain

but our hands wont let go

Don’t you ever imagine that it is easy for him?!

The beautiful sights

Converging hills,

Moving clouds and colored canopies

The train through life

What we call memories,

But play like horrors

from an unending script

when does one stop to write?

It all went silent.
You stepped off
I am looped in the imagery
Falling behind my eyes
At least it blurs the reality of this dreadful loneliness

Hey, won’t you say sorry for breaking my heart?

Dreams

The days that I dreamed

the world before my eyes

All the sacrifices I would give,

To have the fairest of the roses

The chirps of the morning sparrows.

colour no bright petals in the fall

When all befalls the still breath of a winter wind

It hisses softly on frail bones

What to love?

But choices bated,

into ones and zeros

Is it all trivial?

Summing one’s years in a tally

drawn in the sand,

For the waves to wash clean,

back into the sea of nothingness

I want to dream,

feel and gratify,

in the banquets laid before me

Loop

The skies are empty

Empty alright, for the day

Maybe a sunset will colour my heart

But for a candle light

Blown cold at the dawn of the stars

Would they shine like before?

All these memories of us,

That I am by myself

That I should erase the slates

How do I?!

I am stuck in a tune…

… Of a chirping sparrow from the day

Her lullabies sooth my soul no more

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