The Escalator

I hold my folding bike and slowly tread On a different surface today, instead. I enter a huge shopping mall, A place I do not like at all. Believe me, what is the point of my being here If I dislike any mall’s atmosphere. Figure out there are more humans who abhor such places Of…

Withered Tree

Roots profoundly anchored, Branches moving softly Caressed by the breeze, Creeping to the sky Wanting to devour The moon. Yet this tree still remains Earthly, Well-tethered to the ground Though it wants to fly in dreams, Thirst of knowledge, The Tree of Life and Wisdom. She wants to be like that tree And needs to…

Moon Fisherboy

Someone unplugged and unscrewed the moon and the stars. They were stolen away from us and we were left with a dark blanket, covering the surface of the Earth, under which we must live our lives. Amid the darkness, in the sky of a salted night, some of us sit by the same old sea,…

The Thread Of Intimate Resistance

Ominous winds sweep the earth Brazen. Flames get higher and almost Burn you. Breathing fresh air while rowing Your journey Goes on. The piercing ground lies at your feet, The sheltering sky is also pierced And more distant Than ever. Take your needle Start to sow Recompose the broken pieces Of life’s puzzle. This thread…

A Silent Voice

A silent voice conveys the absurdity Of fear instilled With perversity. That which the hours have just started To gnaw To chew To eat away with the passing of our Limited time Toppling the glass Half-empty or half-full? Never mind, in the end The glass is overwhelmed: Broken promises burned every day. Once the rain…