Tuesday, June 21, 2016

I open at the close

I was right there...
standing at the beginning...
my most useless thoughts,
cutting the edges,they sing.
something to resolve, something to mend...
And just then, I realized,
Oh! f***, this is the end.

Friday, June 10, 2016

The third person

It can be jeered
for its placid ill-timed moves.
It can be sneered
as it shows and itself proves.

It crumbles sometimes
by an unlikely measured shot.
It fumbles sometimes
while trying a snappy retort.

But it can be seen
from that dark and dusty dungeon.
And it can be heard
and felt and so on...

Sunday, June 5, 2016

Obscure touches

She felt it,
a heightened sense of niceness.
A bit cold, a  bit cajoling,
and that seemingly safety fence.
She tried to like it,
she loved it not.

She felt it again,

a heightened sense of calmness.
A bit human, a bit surreal,
and an urge to observe the silence.
She absolutely loved it,
she loved it a lot.