When the boat sails, I look back to smile at the distance behind
When the sun wakes up, I still wave back at the moon
When I feel happy, I miss the pain which helped me grow
When I could shop anew, I explore the store room.
When the world is sleeping, I stay up and dream
When the cold is seeping, I miss the midday summer struggles
When mother is ill and silent, I crave for her anger steam
When I find Math easy, I dig for those impossible puzzles.
Within the past, I find myself
History holds the solutions to all unanswered questions
Along the lines of the present, I breathe
Old is gold and new brings opportunity
Goodbye, the hardest word, it will always be.

don't be afraid

moon eyed maiden

you're too delicate

for these night shifts you pull off

let's make a

make-believe world

where the beds are all the way up

to the ceiling of stars

just the way you like it



there's no yesterday here

no tomorrow

there's only now

and the tv playing

as you cook

food for the soul



will you remember me then

your friend from another time

like memories of a nice dream

after a song-like sleep



please do

because i love u

and i know u love me

I feel a fever in my chest
warm and persistent
I long to meet you
and turn into vapour in the
heat of your
breath

My colors are changing into ugly shades of pink
and the nausea is kicking in but wait
hold on, stay right there it'll get
better? worse? what am I dragging you in this for?
Exit please. Oh yes, the
colors they change when the sky dampens
late after lunch too soon after dinner
while I belch my mother walks by
as she tells me to pull my **** together, oh
the good old days haven't gone past me just yet
I sometimes think of my father
and how I should try loving him for
smiling at me and calling my mother a *****
while I tried hard to sleep
Sometimes I think I love my mother way too much
so much that I try to socialize and then I
somehow realize that was an ouch idea
Pessimism is more honest because the optimist
is lying to everyone.

I need to feel your presence
find a way somehow
through a flame
or a hole
or a spirit
somehow

give me a sign
I'm fuming
this scream refuses
to leave my throat
my eyes turn pale
with your absence

I circumambulate
your sacred fire
but the demons desecrate it

swallow the sky
in a fury only you can summon

clear the grounds

I'll be born again
like a breakthrough

Orbit around me and forget I exist
feed me the dust falling and rising inside of your head
watch how I accept your dying
seasons with gratitude for
you have become the very reason
why my feet spin in this empty space
without making a point.
But when I the darkness rise, the mountains fall
into deep purple slumber like the moon,
yawning as the sky keeps mumbling at us
it's inescapable questions.
Moist shores continue to gaze at the floating stars
above, gliding and swimming the black waters
distant and untouchable like a dream.
The talking has been left behind.
The moaning of the beautiful is resonating everywhere
every place, every corner, every cave
Love, roaring, makes it's way back into the candle
that stands outside the door
of a stranger hiding yet another world
in his eyes, alive.

I wait all day hoping for a smile
When you finally arrive, you look away
Do you hear my heart break?
I understand that look in your eyes
When you try your best to sneak a look
Do you know that I get what you feel?
Those mixed emotions on your face
When I am around your beautiful grace
Do you see how I can read them all?
The way you smile at me reflexively
Then turn around and almost slap yourself
For taking it a step closer to my dream
Do you know what that ever means to me?

deafening silence

old creaky doors unsure

whether to stay shut or stay put



inky sky

wet flowers in the backyard

mean kids running

in childhood streets



quiet love

between mother and daughter

quiet distance

between husband and wife



all good things

make you wait

stay put

in this lilac house

of today

the yellow
falls down onto the sea
old dreamers walk by the woods
in search of home
a slow surrender
a giving in, a pleasure
that numbs too much

come
in search of me

summon me down to my knees
bringing me
to consume you bit by bit
at the price of your moans
my religion
finally calls me close

I'm 25--
there's something so high fashion
about being a recluse

no?

let me meditate
on your voice
my sweet moon
you sound
like a being of the sky
a silver cloud
that turns with the night
damp blue

your laughter
the news
of first rain
a freshwater stream
lifegiving

the sound of your
cotton footsteps
my early mornings

the sight of your feet
my good fortune

I'm a poet, I must
carry my notebook around
just in case you turn to
look over your shoulder
on a sunny afternoon
the sun squinting
at the blinding light in the sky

I'll be back
when I have more to say
can you blame me
for falling short of words?

goodnight

I began as piercing blue light that heals
****** wounds and scars
from this human life

I have been touched by a man
immaculate his spirit
his eyes a mirror that hold
escape

I am rock
sedimentary through eras in time
crumbling into stardust
screaming as I reach
the farthest corners of space

I am the eye of the universe
a void that reaches back into the
mother

release your story
there's no one here
the brain's a frantic enemy
or maybe I don't know

it must be about time now
that's the only thing it could mean
when my words start to feel
this rough around the edges
heavy with mud

take me to the stream
point me to my anger

I'm clear quartz

wash me clean

and show me to the light

my roots are firm now
the storm stood tall
my ascent was steep
but I had good company
a herd of mountain goats
meditative travelers
of life and death
the awesome peak is in sight now
my smile has grown quieter
and my heart,
a drum that announces rain
resounding

I've seen the world
let me take a seat
and put my pen down
now my life can begin

I want to find your bed
right next to mine tonight
no oceans
in between
just one time
I'd let you roll over
into my world
and never leave.

there's a small setback
my backpack is weighing me down
let me stop by an inn
and dance on my heels

this fever won't keep me for long
the innkeeper is a kind woman
she tells me she's my mother
and feeds me warm rice

I wait for the days my love feels
as natural to me as my writing does
no second thoughts
no need to edit
only momentary pauses
when I feel watchful eyes on me
when I'm performing for the invisible
men and women in my room

The ****** is in sight
and it's blinding like the sun
let's leave on foot
before nightfall

signal lost
static
let's send out
cyclone alerts
the light house says
I must go home
back to
seabed
no more duty
for me

now we're all ocean
no sailors
no wayfinding
no compasses
all ocean

when all else leaves
the monsoon doesn’t.
in the absence of
the world, I smell
july in the breeze
coercing me gently
like a grandmother
with a treat
when my eyes dart around
and I’m too blind to see
when all else leaves
the monsoon doesn’t
like a friend from sixth grade
peeping through the front door
with umbrella hands
and puddles for feet

I've stopped trying now
I've stopped flapping my arms and legs
frantically
and suddenly, I stop drowning

suddenly, I'm a leaf
being carried afloat to the shore

all these puny feelings
are so misleading
but i follow them
they lead me
someplace familiar
an old creek
the sound of silence,
crickets
and the singing lady
no ravens in the sky
still trees, eerie
the only things alive
in this landscape
are my ghosts plunging
into sea

tornadoes invite me
and i walk right in
nothing's been kinder to me

send to my home a killer
knocking on my door
with a letter and a knife
upfront
he will fall in love
and hide his knife
and give me the world

send to my home a lost man
roaming the woods
knocking on my tulip door
the fragrance is a trap
he prepares to fall in love
his eyes full of secrets
the most dangerous
of men

you're the ocean
I'm a group of islands in your world

reaching up into another

you're only alone
when you club yourself with the
employees
the tgif-ers
the rule abiders
the girls groupchat from college

you're only abnormal
when you compare yourself to the
smalltalkers
the engineers
the doctors
the selfie people

you had this wrong the whole time

the miscreants
the artists
lone visionaries who pay
for their brilliant ideas in tears
before bed each night
one more day gone by
undiscovered

this is
the secret majority
making no noise

the arthropods of the world
running the talent show
after the curtains draw close

go.

and why do you write?

i'll go first
i sometimes forget my name
it's one of those days
(every other day)

if you tell me I can't make it as a writer
that I must quit "trying"
I'll go into my burrow
and write about it in my little book

i write to live correctly

leave my mild mannered father alone
he might smile through his discomfort
but I don't

I don't stop by
liquor houses anymore
I head straight to the sea

I don't know what the answer is
make a paper ball out of it
and hurl it my way
before they find out