Side by side

Mint breath on paper skins

Colours of regret and pain on

Faces that cannot hide love.

A soft rain falls and falls;

Sky cries on our shoulders.

We sit, side by side


In knots

Of reality and thoughts.


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A broken plate and a broken dream
Sit on the glass table
With wooden legs.
A little girl with guilt burning in her chest
Head hung low,
Looks at the ant with its bread.
A mother, a brother
A disappointed painting of a grand mother
Look down at the girl and her neck.
This moment repeats in the head
Of a big little girl with her neck so straight
But eyes, they remain closed
To a world that is beyond the walls
Of a yellow house with brown doors and a blue hall.


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Yellow and white

The sun is a big blob of butter
Melting into my house and on my fingers.
Streams of pure yellow and white come and pool
Creating waves and tides of lightness.
I don’t mind floating
I don’t mind drowning.
I wake up and brush my teeth
Have a buttered toast with white milk;
My being also feels light after eating light.


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What’s been has been

I don’t hold much regrets

But sometimes I like to think

Years later, maybe we’ll meet

In a cold winter night

I’ll be with my friends

You’ll be with yours

And we will cross each other’s path

We recognise each other

And remember the past

But move on in our ways

With a smile,

Oh what a smile!

Then maybe we text

Exchange a hello

How have you been

I think you think

Wow, he looked good

Wow, she looked good

These years of separation have done us good

Now, even ahead in the future maybe we meet again

But this time a little more pleasant

A little less distant

Life doesn’t always give second chances

And we know better now.

So for now, it’s a goodbye

The time is not right

Soon, I hope to see you

I hope you see me

As we may be

As we may be.


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Sweet nothings


The wind in my hair
Having discovered a friendship rare
Sitting on a bench in the park
The peace I find in the dark

These are not everything,
But the sweet nothings

Wearing your favourite socks
The tick tock of the clock
A warm sweet hug
Drinking coffee from your favourite mug
These are not everything,
But the sweet nothings

The dance of dust in the sun’s rays
The happy ending of weekdays
Reading a meaningful book
Sharing a joke in a single look
These are not everything,
But the sweet nothings

Finding your long lost favourite pen
Remembering the games you played when you were ten
A pretty card made
Watching the sunlight fade
These are not everything,
But the sweet nothings

The sparkling lake in the morning light
An unexpected increase in height
Getting a great compliment
Defeating a strong competent
These are not everything,
But the sweet nothings

Often ignored in the day’s rush
But each day is made special
By these sweet nothings.


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There are new people in my life

New fingers on my hand

I weave designs with threads

Loop knots around them

Stories and a few thoughts

Little puzzled, a little chaos

There are old acquaintances in my life

Lines on my palm

Describing my days that were and are to come

Nerve endings defining me

Oh really?

My mind questions.

I question my mind.

Can someone peer in

And tell me there are not infinite reflections

Of the same me

Standing in front of one mirror

Two mirror four eight sixteen

With my new different sized fingers

And the same brown hair.


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I wonder how people draw boundaries
I am unable to draw lines at this point.
Strings of breath that are linked to my being
Peirce me, one by one
The needle was too fierce on me.
Etched on my skin, dark birds sing
Songs of a dreadful past and a home.
I have become the destruction of my childhood.
Trees burn in dry lands
The night is the sun
I am blind from fatigue and guilt.
My legs mark territories as I map the ground with my steps
National boundaries mean nothing to me anymore.
Floating in air, clouds from Korea reach my window
I kiss it a good night,
Before day bleeds in, and I soak in its death.


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Winter night

A cigarette that had just been kissed

Still lit

Lies on the cold asphalt floor

A day that has died

Spreads its blue lifeless body

On this cold ground

A yellow leaf

Shivering, cries under the foot

Of an excited child

A little fire burns somewhere

Beside which sits a caterpillar

On the lookout for Mr. Torkato

Who had promised him

A beautiful polaroid.


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