Four Seasons

There are two things 

I forgot to tell you

the first had to do 

with the biting chill of winter

and the second with the way

the colours run in spring

I forgot to tell you

because I only knew you

in the summer and the fall

the time of long days and pretty sunsets.

The Mango Tree

The fruit is ripe

dust collects on the leaves

like sweat 

upon the squalid summer stream

where the tree 

stands,

shade has fallen

on the road

the light is clear 

and distant

the last anguish

comes

when the birds flee.

The Full Moon

The night of parting, now

rests on

your silent lips

the tedious love

we indulged

under a treacherous moon

when a dark and heavy, thunder

scattered brush

on the road.

My Ultrabook Detritus Part 1

Medium : Paper on Ultrabook

The Temple Road

Under hurried

footfalls

a limpid road 

runs metallic blue, and

comes upon a large temple

the sound of

bells and chanting 

fill the summer evening, where 

softly rest 

blades of grass.

The last burst of shade

I stand

exposed

in your dying waves,

you smile 

endearingly 

I can only hold my breath

and taste your sweetness

Evening

you consume me

with the vanishing sun

in a last burst of shade.

Morning star

Hiding beneath the earth

morning reclaims itself 

in a golden blaze

the orange of summer inflames

the branches start crackling

across the neighbourhood

the dogs

start to bark, day has broken 

between sleep and vigil

dream was like a cloud

A late night, summer

The evening

is dry

its heating like a stone, I see

a solitary person, parched

bent like a crumpled

leaf

time flows

endlessly here

this night

flows through him

like a rustle.

Alone, this bliss

I don't feel like

picking a fight

with

this night 

my body

Is gross

tired of carrying

this day

I would like to be 

Alone

like a thing

I forgot 

to pick up

Alone

I feel

nothing but

bliss

Alone

with small wisps

of dust 

and heat

rising from the earth. 

Summer, The Summer

A ruthless and windless, summer

The summer

Thirsty too, summer

The summer

The sun brought a friend, summer 

The summer

When the trees pray for rain, summer

The summer

Even the earth gets tired, summer

The summer.

Dream Catcher

Dream from 

down under

and dream from the edge

dream of a love

no soul could allege

see the light appear

slowly

fill up 

your eyes, and 

suddenly you catch,

new wind

on the rise 

come towards me now

come to see me

my lover

this dream for a dream

for the moment 

forever.

The days of sleepwalking

In the middle of the night 

I wonder

how you and I met

did we wander, like

sleepwalkers

do you remember 

was it night or day?

we drifted inside 

echoes, and

you emerged again 

inside me

I listened to myself 

as you rose, awake

from a sleep, that

foresaw us.

 

The one who wanders

I cannot find

myself

nested

anywhere

to call my home

at every 

turn

I find myself

flying

wherever I grow tiny roots

is home

sooner or later

I always fly 

for another.

The circle of life

At noon on a summer day 

from the heavens above

through the centre of dense 

heat waves 

descended a little boy

flying towards the shadow 

of ripe mango trees

and giant camels 

he wandered over barren earth

and strange giraffes

he flew off then 

towards the angry ocean

his face soaked with rain

against the winds

Illuminated by fire

he had now mastered

the circle of life.

The days of drifting smoke

At the start 

everything appeared

all full of promise

and although it was never quite simple

the struggle

of every day taught us

that 

in binding 

or measuring 

or lasting

is a setting free

that the days are 

nothing but drifting smoke.

The road less travelled

There is nothing more easy

than the calm road 

where flowers don't bud 

or spring 

or autumn

where no one ever hurts 

or cries

or yells 

where joy never 

alternates with sorrow 

the more you travel

the more seeds open

of love

opposed to nothingness

nothing is brighter

than the road

or newer

or fresher

where space is never degraded

by light 

or dark 

or other time.

The garden of joy

For centuries you have

searched for love

you are reborn 

to give it 

another life

another name

shining souls

shining bodies

is it in love

you always shine?

we dream and we shout

we sow you like seed

and witness a miracle

as you spring forth like

hope, flower, song

like a garden 

in my veins