Monday, October 22, 2007

Death of a Fishvane

If it wasn't an absolute stillness...!?
Deluded by the wind, the Fishvane was convinced of flying
While the very existence of the stick denied it.
Gravity pulling, while the passing by breeze promised the moment of departure.
Mesmerized by the wind's sweet words,
Fishvane couldn't hear the earth whispering,
_"You are only a fool dreamer, selling your soul to the seductive sky, in return of a moment away from me! Me! The generous Earth"!
Furious by the Fishvane's betrayal,
The earth pulled on the stick violently,
and swallowed in the Fishvane.
The wind stopped blowing for a moment... sorrow heavier than the air.

Saturday, October 20, 2007


In danger, the holothurian cuts itself in two.
It abandons one self to a hungry world
and with the other self it flees.

It violently divides into doom and salvation,
retribution and reward, what has been and what will be.

An abyss appears in the middle of its body
between what instantly become two foreign shores.

Life on one shore, death on the other.
Here hope and there despair.

If there are scales, the pans don't move.
If there is justice, this is it.
To die just as required, without excess.
To grow back just what's needed from what's left.

We, too, can divide ourselves, it's true.
But only into flesh and a broken whisper.
Into flesh and poetry.
The throat on one side, laughter on the other,
quiet, quickly dying out.

Here the heavy heart, there non omnis moriar
just three little words, like a flight's three feathers.

The abyss doesn't divide us.
The abyss surrounds us.

Thursday, October 18, 2007

The dried veins of Morality

Sometimes an object has to be broken into tiny pieces, in order for its deformity to be taken away...Its uselessness and impracticality to be stopped immediately. Obsessively re-attached pieces are made to become one unit and serve a common purpose, as determined by the creator. Its physical being no longer could be ignored.


So I ask her, why are you here?...It could be a question just echoing in my mind... And no! there was never any sound because my lips never moved to free the words into the silenced air... As she suffers in her own special ways and as lines appears on her face for every suffering day by day, I wonder if it wasn't one wrong notion that dragged her into this! Sobbing in every corner of the room, she begs me to feel, to snap out of the numbness... So I try, and I fail everytime, for it's been too long and too cold... And survival has its own price! My own version of living. She is determined to believe that the alien she is seeing everyday, is a deprived soul...The creature must be connected to the feeding tubes of morality in order to recover. As human as I ever felt, I pull the plugs stubbornly.
Finally, her sobbing turn into an innocent, soundless sleep.

Tuesday, October 16, 2007

Avoided awareness!

Unexpected incidents never to be expected,
When so busy waiting for things to happen, intensely...
As nothing works the way one wishes for,
it disappoints and frustrates, but it also fades....
Then, forgotten as an old mid-summer day dream,
it existence hardly even counts...
an insect coming out of dark,
expected to be respectfully welcomed...
and wishfully taken back...
unaware, being under curse of complete unawareness,
Unaware as Oedipus.
Not deserving pity, not deserving the second chance,
Swallowed by time, to be digesting regrets.

Wednesday, October 3, 2007

Monday, October 1, 2007


Sound of expired seconds,
Taste of Blah-Blah-Blahs,
Smell of sour moods,


It deafens
It numbs
It sickens

A sucker called Boredom.