We celebrate freedom in words
In verse and in literary gaze
In languages unknown
Connecting through
Chords and notes
Musically bound

Across the globe
Gallivanting
Through time and space
Crossing boundaries

Colours of Holi
Unites us like a rainbow
One in spirit

Every shade illuminates
Under the big warm sun

I want to rise with the morning sun,
To fly in its glowing graces,
Well beyond the borders of this earth.

I wish to glide in the deep of space,
To run wild and free amongst these galaxies,
Way up to HD1 where I'll find home.

Light,
The light from above has bestowed upon me the urge to dance, despite it all, all, all. A spark has spread a little fire—the music never stopped, despite it all.  

Affection,
Facing slowly—affection all over the floor. Summer has not started yet, but there is heat, devotion, warmth in absence. I nod to the sun. I turn towards the dappled, bronzed skin of mine.

Jazz,
There is something ferocious living inside this four-cornered apartment, where the absence of childhood has taken half my life—but there are flowers, flowers in my head. Slowly dancing in the whiskers of the afternoon—velvety, yes, velvety notes striking the rhythm of my body. Swaying, swaying, almost lost in the murmur of the piano—the saxophone aggravates the thrill in my bones. I look up at the ceiling; colors start to swirl even more. Strings spill like liquid—smooth and endless, more and more. Conversing here and there, I am alive again.  

“Turn your face towards the sun,” they say. I dreamed of my childhood, and the heat of the sun felt like slow jazz in the afternoon.

I wake before the sun
So I can watch it rise
While I sip from
The warm mug in my hands.

There is a book on my lap,
But I won't read it yet,
I'll have to wait for
The sun to come up.

Rays of plasma
Tear through the universe
Looking for YOUR retina
Travelling at speed incomprehensible
To you tiny forebrain enclosed in a tinsy winsy box of calcium
Fellow humans , we live to see
We live to be
We live to die