M. Police

Who? Who is a moral police? I never heard of any. Or perhaps I have not heard yet; while some humans are lurking around just to take a leap as soon as I make a moral-mistake... And what is a moral mistake? I am never taught anything about it. And why not? - My grandmother...

snapshots

a few snapshots while leaving the place behind hardly a place remains close to heart unless it gives birth to new words she was not ready for a new story but sometimes fate changes the destiny and then one knows how nothing can be planned since life will move on as it is meant to...

Why Earth Day… ?

Why Earth Day...? a day to celebrate a day to remember a day to understand we are alive and we belong to this Earth a simple calculation a simple truth a simple reason why we need to think: it’s time to act it’s time to react it’s time to create an environment for ourselves and...

Speculating

I speculate I imagine I dream a tiny world inside me turn into a turbulence faces and silhouettes begin to move in my mind and I sweat under the sky full of dark clouds I speculate I imagine I dream and they kill my contemplation with blur images in a blink of senselessness my terrace...

Clips

  Left in my virtues are your vices moments of unwashed memories I sit on a brown mountain in search of fleeting clouds which once brought the rains You are somewhere in a desert a barren mind of a writer in search of a white river meandering to meet the poet's solace I pick clips...

I Am No Goddess…

A fire burning my essence and scattering ashes of unknown stories that fade within dreams are no more dreams but desires of long lost destinies that could have been my own I walk on tales sang by the witnesses of my own land in which they demarcate my roles sometimes a deity and sometimes evil...

Blink

Another day ended and yet another one while I kept counting once I befriended Bloody Mary on a deserted island full of shadows like those behind halogen walls today you claim your desires in reality while I walk on cemented clouds I searched for a neon table I searched for a bartender instead I heard...

Love Swing

  Garlands of jasmine weaved around the swing which they made for our love night we held each other as the soft breeze moved us to and fro between several worlds did we choose each other or were we born to find our own souls which detached at some point in the flow of life?...

Your Touch

A butterfly touches my skin each dawn when I water my garden full of dahlias, roses and other beauties that were once born my feet dances in a tune only I hear and I see my flowers go in a trance, such moments turn away my fears and comes the tiny wings to touch my...

Eve Valentine

A woman of dreams walking on floor full of rose petals that the man has chosen from his own garden of love on a day called Valentine she looks at her feet adorned with a soft carpet of flowers and silent sighs of emotions blooming with each step she takes they know each other since...