If I could
I would let some people go, convince them I'm contagious and that I'm no good,
Some other people, I will walk out on, call them to meet,
but don't show up
If I could
I would paint my face *****, erasing my features, resembling a liar or a beggar.
I would then walk about invisible. I would cry a lot, everywhere unbothered.
Next, I would walk between borders, crossing lines, entering and exiting territories.
I would do that,
If I could

The aftermath of war
This unsettling urge to stop life,
To break things,
To run miles
with the agony and pain of a thousand
newly orphaned
premature children

It reminds me of when my heart burned and melted for
days and years
and no one saw
Now, it’s like calling the fire department to put out charcoal

Love is a different story. But this one, is about her waist.
On my right, she sat, wearing a pair of low-waist trousers, with a cotton t-shirt, short enough to reveal the skin, whenever she made the slightest movement.
Her waist was the rainy day, I so wanted to explore.
As if,
everything I ever wanted
was to kneel
and be on eye-level with her bellybutton
...

From stars shining relentlessly, taken for granted every night
until the vast thirsty desert
...
...



For trees growing over thousands of years, un-celebrated
To musical notes, repeatedly stuck in a musician's mind
...
...


From untouched landscapes and deep seas, yet undiscovered
To places discovered and neglected, time passing by
but no man counting
...
...
...


For the existing but almost dead
To the deemed dead, but secretly breathing

I feel you