The key to heaven,
And escape from snake desires;
On lips goodbye falls!

Unknown,
Invisible,
Doubtful,

Yet my hope,

What a saint!

I will always remember,
As long as my mind is well,
To save things soft and tender,
Joyful stories I can tell.

I will learn to leave behind,
Unpleasantries to forget,
To delete them from my mind,
Tales of sadness and regret.

Dear self,
In losing you

Days seem blurry
Nights seem scary

Heart grows weary
Eyes turn teary

I lost the merry
I lost the power to write my story

Don't feel depressed
Though you have been defeated
It was just the flip of a coin
That didn't turn your way

Don't feel depressed
Though you have been put to shame
It was just a dark cloud
That loomed over your head

Don't feel depressed
For you are the waves
That can upsize such defeats
In a single moment

Don't feel depressed
For you are behind the fog today
But will shine tomorrow
Even in the desert of darkness

In every leaf that
Falls, agony lies hidden;
We dont hear, we watch.

The beggar left bones;
Puppies circled him to grab;
The sweeper swept them.

~
Holding court at the Zanzibar,
they looked on good nights
like Egyptian Queens, like Ancient Babylonians.

On not so good nights,
they resembled Brassaï's Moma Bijou -
"fugitives from Baudelaire's bad dreams",
and even then they looked magnificent.

Identity wasn't something you nailed
yourself into in late adolescence.
It was a trick of the light,
and if you were to avoid
burning yourself out,
then you simply let the flames
lick over you
and turned the ashes into kohl.
~

On the cheeks of fog
Our shattered dreams visualise;
The sun restores them.

The mouse gnaws at bones
At the pace of day and night;
After that it squeals.

The mouse gnaws at bones
At the pace of day and night;
After that it squeals.

Poetry
Is the axis

On which society moves

On her golden hair
A snow butterfly slides down;
My fingers stops it.