Wednesday, 30 December 2009


Rise, oh rise,
Rise from the deep moss;
From the bed of
The river yonder
That men don’t cross.
Fly through the
Darkened forest trees
For me, conquer
The canopy, the cruel
Nettles and bees.
Rise, oh rise
From the fires of hell;
Dancing in the
Blue haze and
Pounding my death knell.
Make the throes
Of joy quiver,
So that it knows
Here I come and
Enjoy it shiver.
Rise, oh rise,
Rise for me,
My phoenix
As my ashes rest
Here, for thee…


Oftentimes i thought,
Of the mad lover,
The one that wrote of rains,
And shook his finger at me.
While, on the threshold,
I stood, anxious,
For the next torrent of words
To drench me.
Seasons passed and
The leaf voice wilted;
The storms that curled and
Reared in the folds of my mind,
Were set free.
Oftentimes i think,
Of the mad lover and wonder
If I now sound stranger
The words of a girl,
The thoughts of a woman...

Saturday, 29 August 2009


I found them all,
Those fallen stars,
On the sun-drenched
Sidewalk, trampled
And left friendless.
What would they
Have wished for,
I wonder…
Eternity, so soon?
Or perhaps,
They wished for their light
to reach a few
light years ago...


In death I waited,
For your sudden smiles
Songs that you sang for me.
Four turns I took,
Till you found out
More than you could see.
I’d told you once this
Very thing,
To let this winter be
To let the screams
Of butterflies
Make them set you free.


A lament resounds
Through the forest
Of a failed long gone lore.
Drops of dew
Like silent tears
Grace the tips of the leaves.
Every passing moment
Witnesses the passage of
Myriad emotions.
Leaves have withered.
Buds have perished.
Flowers have dried
And a new day dawns
Marking the funeral
Of last night
Its revelry of death.


Here fallen leaves will wait,
For you to pass them by.
Remember how we carved those roads
And walked, never stopping?

Here the wind will still,
Mutter your name in wisps.
That is the only song
That you and I taught them…

Here a badly drawn girl,
Will try to paint you;
While all the colours that you touched,
Will try to be free.

Sometimes I shall wait
At the bend, playing hide and seek;
Waiting; so I can lose myself again
In your world, in that forgotten town…