A part of me which was ether
Escaped into space to look down upon myself...
Draped in shawl and sweaters, it saw me bleeding on crumpled sheets of paper,
Staring vacantly to an invisible horizon, where words became waves and emotions -a deep swirling ocean
It saw me smile... It saw me cry...It saw me being another... It saw me being me...
As I carved letters with ink in the hope of calming a storm inside me that seemed otherworldly...
My ethereal self understood tis the time, the aesthetic moment that appears in the life of every poet,
That harbours the essence of their lives
A moment so fleeting to be captured on camera... A moment so tenderly fragile...
So my vapoury self remembered unto it's memory it's own writing self...
And slowly returned back to me
So, this is how I remember my state... This is what I finally wrote unto paper...
The description of my candid moment!

A battle rages
This war of attrition
The mind shall not wither
And these old bones
Well they’ll just keep on going

It’s been 50 years
No winner no loser
Just the constant,  relentless
Indecision
Aimed with precision

It shall not end
Dug deep into foundations
No explanations
My burden my curse
My introduction

Madness depression
Just a spiritual recession
The good times don’t linger
The bad times leave their stench
Emotions cold like the butchers bench

And so it goes
Nobody knows
Just smile and wave
Live with your afflictions
Maybe your addictions
Only so few will truly care
An expansive existence
Wrapped tight in resistance
Then into the ether
The ambitious air of solitude

The light tail of the tail light leaves me blue in the dark hues
… when it carries away what I belong to…
Unfolding the tar-black sky of asphalt, the longest arm of missing you…
My body is now the distance between us, big and empty,
The bigger, the emptier, thinner than air…
As time piles up, my ladders turn into pointless meters
Measuring the ratio of nothing in everything

muses and priestesses
spin to the fore.

infinity of heaven sparks.

water everywhere prepares to speak.
earth and sky, to tumble as lovers.
surfaces to shimmer and split.

for every contained paradise
there were ten tie-downs,
and she, great mother,
had eleven freshened swords.

protector destroyer giver of life
she and she and she,
mothers to all.

and as this it was;
paradise came.

in the dark room

the wordless
music repeats

a beat incessantly

it enters my body
I feel it like a heart

I move in a circle
I dance in a trance

you enter the room
we stare at our forms

as if shadows

you are one
of those girls

blessed and cursed

with

big soulful eyes
that can scream

and whisper in
the same breath

we do not speak
words have not

yet been invented

I'm a browning leaf
Caught in an eternal autumn
Watching as the sun
Gently strokes the ripening fruits.
The thicket blocks the rays
And I just watch alone
As spring rolls on by
Without me