The building is coming together.
Some floors are already
Glass wall offices and water
Cooler rooms.

For one year, this concrete
Mansion has been my
Workplace.
I have scars from edges now

Invisible to the suits and secretaries
Of tomorrow.
Somewhere underneath this
Wooden flooring,

My blood drops still remain.
I stand on the glass roof,
Watching my friends in hi-vis
Eight floors beneath me.

This was sky once.
This was nothing.
This held seagulls and city crows
Fighting over bread like the

Two remaining pieces of a chess
Game. Overhead, morning clouds
Withdraw to let a rising sun
Lay its red on Oslo,

And other buildings
I built. Housing
Other drops of my
Blood.

Miserable lover,
didn't I warn you
in the beginning?



പ്രണയക്കുറിമാനം (5 W)

വ്യഥിതകാമിനീ ,
നിന്നോടിതു മുന്നറിയിപ്പായി 
ഞാൻ  ചൊന്നതല്ലയോ?
(In Malayalam)


காதல் குறிப்பு (6 words)

மாழ்கும் காதலி
உன்னிடம் நான்
முதலிலே எச்சரிக்கவில்லையா?
(In Tamil)

It seems even when I'm finally over you, you come back like a bull, and I'm wearing red.

your laugh matches mine, so the details will come
you asked me if I smoke and I said yes (though I don't)
so we shared a cigarette and a first kiss, and away we went and here we are
so near, so near, so far, so far

I was fearless with you until I left
your hands across the table, we both know the rest
micro moments, sound creeps

Your winter hat reminded me of my province's flag
and you looked so good with a cigarette in one hand and my hand in the other
I'm confusing things I hope will happen with things that actually have
you and me in the future, dancing gently, kissing tightly.

I took a photograph of you as you sang to me, unharmed, unbroken undone as hell
And now I wonder if you'll come to New York with me
in your new car, driving far across the country closer to me!!
You were sad before I left, and I think I loved you already.

He was just a boy
Yes, just 16 years of age
But he wanted to follow the colors
Just to prove that he was brave
But he was just a man child
A rifle in his hand
Yes the rifle gave him manhood
But the mind was still a childs
In Flanders field he learned the truth
Of the transition to a man not youth
But the mind was left behind
Wounded by a shell by enemy fire
And all around him men did die
His courage was spent and gone
Scared, in pain
His shell shocked scrambled brain
He wandered from the field
In tears, in fear he cried out for his mum
Battered in body, battered in mind
The boy could take no more
Three days later they found him
Hiding in a farm
At rifle point they took him
With biting ropes around his arms
Poperinge was the place the courts martial
Then took place
The boy just stood there silent
Shaking, ashen faced
The fateful words were spoken
All cowards have to die
'Thus before the firing squad
You must say your last goodbye
And so on that fateful morning
In the stable yard
The young boy in tears was tied
To the post by previous bullets scared
They pinned a white card upon his breast
For the firing squad to see
The command to fire was given
And a sixteen year old boy
Met his final destiny

I was born in fire
Earth my reason to live