rumours among the fishes

are you getting carried away?
like me, do you smile
when you see the sky above ?
unknowingly connected to the web
of joy that binds our lives
that hidden sea of laughter
we float on unanchored
and what about this real sea?
this javanese endless salt water
unending pit between our hearts
a prolonged puzzle in our minds
the memory curiously questions
pieces past, lost and forgotten

a pleasant welcome

come look at my garden
said the merry host
with a hand on the head
stubborn secrets being read

taking pictures out of frames
recording their details
i spy on your life
like an eagle's eye

distant but aware
scattered and continuous
curious and protected
i pour out the wine red

the eye tells a story

following this unstable road
with my eyes scrutinizing all alone
touching leaves that toward me sway
as a feather swoops down delayed

watching the others swim together
paired by will, or playful chance
this lone mind lives forever
in memories that make the eye dance

escaping into the unkown

distracted by the day
and observing patiently at night
i wait for the moment to rise again
take a deep breath and count, again

but it pushes me away
and keeps me curious about the unknown
tempts me with the playful gesture
and ignores me at my highest pride

when life's beauty was just a word
and not a living truism
and all the exploration seemed
just like a pointless escape

a moment of clarity

it speaks to me
quietly amidst the tears
a ray of sunshine
behind the clouds

breaking my wildest burden
turning concrete to cotton
it brings me here
to taste the purest elixir

and i wait and wonder
if this heaven is merely a dream
and i stop to consider
this moment of earthly gleam

a coloured perspective

as days are spent
in quiet observation
and wondering why she cringes
at my mere sight

the wind howls
as it ceaselessly blows
behind my ears
and i run inside to hide

but she notices
for a second, stares
observes, recognizes,
only to look away

and again a tinge of disgust
swims into her expression
and misguided opinions
make weary a pretty face

the uncommon choice

walk on, into the burning desert i did
not hearing their voices behind me
..insane, madman, they cried and cursed
but all i could do was smile
and face the boiling sun

delayed

its been a while,
a long time,
since i reconnected the dots
and moved on

moved on, from a taste
uninspiring gaze of burden
the weightless drudgery of reason
coming close behind me

freedom. escape. a giant leap
for a moment, chasing a forgotten dream
and lying smiling in the fallen leaves
waiting for a drop of rain

breathing

When my life was drifting,
Like a broken branch in the river
You made me feel rooted again
In a beautiful way, not tied
but connected again to life, inspired

and every moment, I see you
the light in my heart glows brighter, still
and every tale I tell, for gain
in your subconscious it imprints itself
like fishes emerging to greet the sun

and this doubt we keep transferring
to each other, passing the baton
and running around the cycle,
turning back to the same place
bleeding chaos into this simple clarity

amuses me and ridicules me
and makes me forget the real me
so precious this, others may say
but I take it for granted
like leaves wrapped around the fruit

and again

for the millionth time, hesitating
never getting it right, almost perfect
convincing yourself deliberately, and again
for the missed moments, pondering by and by
shaking the fists at inadequate memories
and spending time on the surroundings
temporarily occupying the senses
with the insanity of a different source
wander on, you do, through these woods
breathing, thinking, judging, calculating,
and pretending to seek the answer

curiosity

unable to satisfy
to tempt away from this desire
to know, to be freed,
simple denial of any consequence

charging ahead like a mad bull
into the crowd of bloody fury

in muddy thoughts
the home awakens
to the merriment of the guest

another party

another opportunity to smile
to show teeth biting lower lip
to make waves with silly expressions

sharing the corner with my hands
round and round, the worker's tragedy
fills glasses escaping laughter

light enough to dance on the speakers
monotonous choices accumulate
and fresh air sparks a grin

turning it off

to hit the switch and say no
becomes a challenge in this age
when the thoughts wander again

justifying the demand for power
criticizing the powerless demands
watching movies with holy ideals

poking fun at the miserable
reminding me of my insides
searching for stories of valour

i am curious, and in my curiosity
i am guessing, curious guesses
and appreciating your every move

in order to win

i must first choose
to win, to strive, to defeat
to make a mark on the meek

to feel the power
its ugly tentacles around my brain
to lose again, and again

and work the issues out
help the ones in need
come out, and open my eyes

he is missing

he is right here
inside me..

saving me for you
and your memory

tragic comic
paid to bathe
in inescapable ignorance

chewing on a fruit
biting the last straw
swallowing his feed

axe

when did we turn greedy?
and start to pack it all in
so much to do, so little time
so much time, and nothing to do

activities flow through pillars
and circulate the dandy posts
where monotony is just another
really funny sounding word heard

throwing out your frozen key
into the warm wild wind
and feeling lost, unmoved
the trees growing much taller

weary

i exercise my right
to be within, to stay
to carry these burdens
shelter me another day

the beauty of the fall
the slide, the spiral
the comedy of it all
the end, so close, it smiles

the beginning, a joyous climb
gradually gets tiresome
a weary smile and a sigh
makes the whole world disappear

awake

desensitize the obvious
and awaken the subtle
for a minute now
search past your tao

it would feel so good
so real, so dependable
but its going to go away
could define your stay

overcome this feeling
this search for the one
and float amongst the angels
awake, as the rising sun

it's your turn

you know it's yours
to turn away from
a generation of joy
to row the boat ashore
and disentangle weeds
stuck on an oar
hanging loosely connected
inhumanly disconnected

being here and now, o spirit of wonder
grow cautiously, and glow, forever unstained
by the lightning bolts of anger spoken
in troubled times, when the heart is weak

like a leaf swaying on it’s final fall
or a child rolling down a pile of sand,
may you wake up those around you
to face the world with a friendly smile

unafraid to grace the misunderstood ways
discover life and all it’s dimensions
whether distracted, torn or crippled today,
may I bow before you in wonder again

when i drive

i forget
to open my eyes
and look at the road

i am in your contemplation
spinning mysteries within

glowing clouds, melt my sunset
freeze me so i may forget
the winter pain, colder than rain

chained

to a little dream
trapped butterfly
walk the walk
i'm an arrogant fool
and i cry again
like a fool in a dream
for your hungry memory
your wise decisions
and my defeated ones

like a germ

you asked them why
and they told you how

now i'm not needed
so you can walk all over me
or brush me off your shoulder
like a germ

with a bad view

when ever three

fly towards the sunrise
with winter grey eyes

forget the spice
it's okay to be afraid

and so they say
but it isn't a play

i am the

wonder, when i pluck the fear
out of your eyes, wearing smiles
sweating twisted words, you speak another
grey sphere of wisdom, transmitting wrong messages
secret subconscious connections
travelling aglow in my brain
like cherries on icecream
like birds at sunrise

your talc

lost my way between your lake and trees
worked my hands at the burning precision

once again, i fled for his time and hurried
into the magic greatness of your fantasy
and exactly what i needed to find, again

but then we rode off past the sunset
into a chill, with a naked dream, and hope
but now you try to tear my letters, it seems

silly puppy

silly

when i chewed on the wrong flower, they said
it would grow out of the ground again,
make me strong today, and tomorrow
until i would find it again

but i can't digest it now,
because it's ugly somehow,
this charmless veggie blow

i hope it grows again, now
so i may see you smile again

fried fear

this food,
in a box

why keep it closed,
when i get too hungry ?

protect me
don't blind my eyes

without you, dear, i am nothing

speak to me

only once did i hear your whispers stream
away, into my unconsciousness
flowing like butterflies by trees
were the spaces of despair
and again, i'll hear your voice
when it's quiet
and a shallow sun rises in the milky sky

image of a nation

Please enable us to bridge the divide

Bridging Dividers
Dividing Bridges

Don’t hold us back
Put your hand out
And pull us forward

Climb your own bridge
Or Stay

a link

drawn to my heart
we surround me around you

.in the complexities of grace
and the nose dive back to reality
took all your pictures
and visions, with me

i took your stories,
wished they were inky pages in the rain
i took your memories,
and i disrespect them, again, i'm sorry

polythene

tied and folded
freeing air in the quiet
starlit spaceless time
like a multi dimensional rubberband
crossing oneself with twain

in your head

mosquito, mosquito
we're coming to get you

should i choose the repellent
or does it bother your senses

i forget, to be sensitive
when you bite me and suck my blood
i can't really be caring
for your wings or your siphon eyes

under the tree

i didn't notice from the shadows
your bored old smile
and askew glance

and when i walked by
you were there...

nodding away with food on your plate
grinning miserably at my loneliness

taking me for granted
holding you back
and pushing you forward

any other

ways would be miserable
but its not in front of me
anymore
i need time, or space, or both
but its all right here
sitting in front of me
like slices of apple
tempting me together
mourning eyes of a wander
the morning eyes, we wonder

in dreams

in dreams

i wander these lanes
shark bite pains
alone
large dark circles
in pairs and triads
close my sense of reason
close my escaping memory
flashes between pillars
and a scratch on the shoulder