yesterday
i took part in
a latvian wedding
even though
i had no idea
what i was doing;
we formed a circle
with burning torches
and sang and chanted
and screamed
performing rituals
that the fathers
of their fathers
once performed

i was told that
the male guests
had given the groom
the strength of a bear
while the bride
was given wisdom
and encouragement
for the years to come
the bride and groom
were then bound
with symbolic chord
blessings and song
joining them together
by hand and heart

without being able
to speak the language
i had to guess or
discreetly ask
for explanations
from other guests
to understand
the significance
of each part;
watching the bride
and groom however
it was clear immediately
their love needed
no translation

Tired yes, of the struggle
I've been struck and roughed,
I've naught left to fight for
I've naught left to live for.
But if you're meant to be the one
I'll fight? No
For tiredness has succumbed me,
Pain has befallen me.

Is this worth the pain?
The sadness and weariness?
I say neither yay nor nay
No, I'll save that answer,
Yes, for when it matters, truly matters.
No more I beg of thee,
My wounds are open, they're oozing
I'm wailing.

Oh, behold! And there she goes
A light on her eyes, shimmering
Of joy and gladness? Yes, perhaps
Such gladness I'll find not
Nor today nor tomorrow, no, not me
It is beyond my reach, not for her
No, she's the past, a cloudy past
Cloudy yet vivid and forgetful past.

Such love I've not felt since...
Yes, since my mum's,
Never since, never again
Of such fate I'm aware, painfully aware.
I'll be alone from now on, not from spite but choice.
For he who lives alone, is bound to love alone,
And that I now need
For wounded I've been.

What is there to know but what is unknown
To feel it so near yet never grasp it
Ponder at what lies beyond
The horizon of all understanding

To be at peace in grasping
That all knowledge cannot be attained
Yet we will search it out nonetheless
And our species will spend all its eons
Be they long or short

That our wonder may never cease

A bird told a story,
On my windowsill,
Opened my eyes,
To those in the veil,
Past the horizon,
And now brought home
To my soul.

विश्वासाने बनते नाते,
नाते असते माणुसकीचे,
नाते असते प्रेमाचे तर,
नाते असते आपुलकीचे.
नात्यामध्ये नसते खोट,
नात्यामध्ये असतो विश्वास,
एकमेकांचे हात धरुनी
करूया आयुष्याचा प्रवास.

मदत करूया एकमेकांची,
सांभाळून घेऊ आपण चुका,
अडचणींच्या सागरातून होईल
पार संसाराची नौका.
अडचणींवर मात करुनी
घेऊया सुटकेचा निश्वास,
प्रेमाच्या सरी कोसळतील जर
तुझा असेल माझ्यावर विश्वास.

Where in the world?!
What in the world?!

- Poseidon

How in the world?!
𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝?!
Why in the world?!

-Zeus

Wanna test it?!
Can we ¹perfect it?!

-Hades

A friend should simply

understand me, any words --


make it difficult.

Every frequency
screams.

My emotions
stuck at full volume.

It feels like
living
without skin.

I see the world
in a thousand
painful hues,
even joy
hurts
a little
on the way in.

I read silence
like it’s shouting.
I feel the shift
when a sentence
lies.
I catch what hangs
between pauses,
what twists the air
just slightly
out of shape.

I carry a storm,
but people only notice
when the lightning
hits them.

I’ve spent years
bending,
folding,
twisting myself
into smaller
shapes,
trying to pass
for someone
easier
to hold.

I’m the mirror
you avoid
when the mask
starts slipping.
I reflect back
a version of you
in a language
you are not ready
to speak.

Am I too much
for you?
Because I
I’ve spent years
trying to be less
for me.