An artist-a poet rather, fell in love with the simplicity in her reflection. She wrote; penned sestinas to her name, odes to her graces, attempted to infringe on the fine lines of ballads. She was in love with herself. One morning, when the sun started out its quest to reach the zenith of his sky, she sat at her desk facing the bustle down below. Gazing at herself smeared on the window, a dark limping figure wrapped in the finest silk of enigma, standing out amongst the vibrant color of euphoria, caught her gaze.  She was both intrigued and baffled: … Continue reading My walls …

Go to sleep now. You’ve held heaven and earth apart for long enough:Unearthed men from the riverbanks of gold dust andLifted the sky up by its four corners. It is a rugAt your fingers. You are tugging it backOver the naked land And it is curling up and overLike dried leaves but Do not worry, do not worry,Even when the lights are all out,This forest and the echoes can stretch their armsWide enough to hold all the lonely. And remember, this is theirHouse. This is why they have been calling you mother. Go sleep, all the tyranny one day will … Continue reading Go to sleep now….

Am I dreaming or seeing what I see what I’m dreaming? Here begins my journey to my vital land. A foreigner, I no longer knows where the north. It took bewilder me to travel distances. Who leaves reiterates, who gets parking. The seasons lose the cycle. Not seeing the time is a rest that I authorized for resting from this ephemera hour. It is not the road that moves me; I’m that I displace myself. It is not with legs we go to places, but with the heart… And nobody does den in one place. We are always on the … Continue reading My journey…

Forgive me. I failed to hear your voice, and in the silence feared that you had left me. I had trained my ears to hear a booming sound. I yearned for a clear bell, straining to hear the call that would surely come. The loud shout that would rise over the fog with conviction. I raged and wept and writhed in the vast silence my mind perceived. It assaulted my every sense. Why would you not make yourself known to me? I, who strained so earnestly to hear your command. In my presumptuous overreaching I deafened myself to the soft, … Continue reading Forgive me

Tell me to stop romanticizing you and I will be defiant, I will refuse your request. Tell me to stop rhapsodizing you and I will tell you that I have always done so, have always been composing poems within your orbit, as if, like some kind of Rome city, all roads lead to you. Tell me stop idealizing you and I will say it is impossible for me, for someone who falls in love with everything raw, good and blooming, for a writer, for a woman who is all blush beneath her eroticism, all stomach-flutter beneath her carefully arranged letters, … Continue reading Tell me baby how can I stop?

There is one I wish to speak with, I am a nocturnal creature I kiss the sunrise as I lay my form to sleep, yet the one I long for lives outside of time, at least a time I cannot keep.My reach is for the beloved an ache leaving the soul rendered speechless.Sadness and reverence settle within my being, as there is no hope for this love. Yet, I live for hope, I bask in it as other creatures bask in sunlight. I cry silently to the sky, can you hear my weeping? Can you feel my longing?I reach deeply … Continue reading Nocturnal …

Learn from the earth and its cycles. The moon waxes and wanes, the tide ebbs and flows, and the trees shed their leaves in cycles. All beautiful things in nature go through darkness before refreshing themselves. Know that healing is slow but it’ll come, eventually. You’ll surely return whole and glowing. Care for yourself as you would care for your best friend or family member if they were wounded. Be gentle, patient, and nurturing. Encourage yourself to take walks, to eat well, to drink enough water, to sleep until you wake refreshed. Be conscious of the energy you’re projecting with … Continue reading This is what has worked for me…