The sea has travelled west to cross my path while I was travelling north to find mountains and in the moment I wondered where did it all start and is it the end. I have travelled so far away from home that I don’t remember what colour it was but I miss books and bed … Continue reading The Sea Sings
Longpost
Clown
I used to think fear is strange until I realised it doesn’t exist. I have always believed that freedom lies in controlled expression. Everything uncontrolled is just anger and rage and chaos I stay away from. Did I forget to tell that I am a Clown and this isn’t a joke? Clowns think before they … Continue reading Clown
Loev
Once upon a time, love changed. It was too tired of the position it held, for years, too tired of sleeping straight, so it twisted a bit- E and V exchanged their positions and now it's read Loev. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- *In conversation with love* “What has changed?” “Everything.” “By just a change in spelling? Why did … Continue reading Loev
10 years older.
Before she left, she washed me. She washed every bit of my skin as if she had committed a sin which needs to be removed. The tiniest cell on my skin felt her hand destroying marks her lips had left, scratches her nails had dug, and letters she wrote in languages unknown to me. Before … Continue reading 10 years older.
Fate
Omran Daqneesh sits in the back of an ambulance after being dug from the debris of an air strike in Syria on Thursday.Photograph by Mahmud Rslan / Anadolu / Getty What else can it be? The boy who was having troubles with his father, sat in his office; a father, who might have, for the … Continue reading Fate
Hands
My hands stretch out to find something as if my palms inhale fresh air under a tree facing the morning sun and try to follow the smell. It is searching for something, it always has since birth. And don’t confuse it with another love poem, for it's not another hand or the hot coffee with … Continue reading Hands
By the river
I sat beside the river, carefully, staying away from the tides, on that un-textured land formed by depositions of sand and man, or the ones who used to be alive, but now just a part of them resides on these pavements, where I feel their vibes. I feel their cries, they speak about life, speak … Continue reading By the river