why would somebody like to wander the Arctic
some probably have given up trying to connect
but sometimes, everything seems to be wrong

how one waits, means another’s freedom
freedom in silences? freedom in sentences
but sometimes, meaningful words only hurt

they told me, there’ll always be somebody
to pull you away from the dangerous glacier
but sometimes, there’s curiosity above this pain

they’ve teached me though, they’ll be there
to keep you away from the lonely polar bear
but sometimes, someone doesn't have the fear

to come closer..

just wanted to put my ear on polar bear’s chest
closer to listen to the rhythm of his heartbeat
closer so i could give, show him my best

and that’s how we enter the mouth of the beast
how it chews on me, again and again

Its melody piercing the fluid dawn
when the drongo breaks the dark spell
from night's ***** a day spawns
that the sun nurtures into a fairytale!

Till late evening the bird sings
preys on life burning in halogen
from catching the first light on its wings
stays back till starry shadows lengthen!

God has taught it to defy weariness
made it the usherer of day and night
hold in its fish tail a dancer's cute grace
in dark feathers the gladiator's might!

When all else at dayend anchor in nest
fathom counts of losses and gains
broken dreams well up in the drongo's breast
rend the night in melancholy's strain!

You
   fell
      apart

            right
                in
                   front
                  of
                my
         young
   *eyes

Flower, passion filled lover,
remember ever, the very first moment
we forgot our separate existences
became one, melting in a fragrance.

Amazement taking
a human form
and performing for hours;
it wasn't anything less.

How the pianist does this
is beyond the grasp of mind,
owes her very much
for the deep cleansing
of our souls, but there isn't
a way to pay the pianist.

Don't know how much is enough
in material terms, whatever
will be not enough.
It's worth a few lifetimes
of deep healing, I guess,
This adventure crossing
boundaries of every kind
with ease humbles us,
eyes fill, streams of tears
just don't stop.


Fallowing her trail
we reached a clearing
in the tangled dark forest,
experienced a glimpse
of what is beyond:

immense ocean
of music
merging in
the dense sweet
dreamy silence

Beach, hotel,
One Direction and Bach.

Train ride, taxi connection,
Beer and other-language, confused information.

3 week realities and forgotten home-life mysteries,
Cat to feed, fridge to fill, neighbours to be neighbourly with.

He grew up in what he called normal
As normal as normal can be
In a time and a place of mass confusion
In a lost society

Till the day he saw a picture of the Island
That's when the breeze blew in a sweet song
A place that he'd never even imagined
Yet a place that he knew he belonged

One bag was all that he needed
He gave away all of the rest
To some young conservative
Who in all likelihood never could guess

That it's all about the Island
A paradise within itself
Where there's no need for conversation
When there's no need for anything else

Yes, life for him now on the Island
Is what this life is all about
With all the city noise and man made toys
Things became to hard to figure out

He's been here longer than he can remember
Nothing for him now is the same
What was important to him way back then
Is nothing more than a memory away

Because life now is all about the Island
A paradise within itself
Where there's no longer the hustle and bustle
Only the lapping of waves and nothing else