lunch

people chirp and tweet,
nibble on the lunch-time crumbs–
probing for light among the shadows.

the afternoon sun rests low
on the floating passersby,
tangling
with the resting chairs and tables
on the footsteps of cafes.

our smiles and coupled eyes
hold the time
unlike the time, that holds us
with a promise of fools gold.

we sing, and soar the skies
our feathers leaving no trace:
our brooms sweep the day clean–
as the sun pass on its robe
to the night, I sit under
the twilight of your canvas
and mull over you
unexpectedly.

i killed myself yesterday.

I killed myself yesterday.

the sun crept out from behind
the blue lilacs
like flakes of peaks beyond
the cityscape.
my hair started
to rot away at a slow pace
while the vultures flocked
for my remains.

one by one
they took me apart
and safely stole
what was essential to me
almost as if
this was their fate.

to decide my fate.

and they left.
i got up and collected
my remains
the essentials
destined to fate.

little did they know
what is essential is invisible
to the eye.

this street is half full and it’s too much

my neighborhood sounds:

lots of
people and drifting leaves
workers in heat
with faces like old men
staying in their shadows
as I cross the street.

birds feeding their hatchlings
chirpings, barking and
two hands in solitude
holding, scribbling.

yet another shitty
poem
about how I
feel
sometimes.

Harmony

a single feather
in a musical nest
of fledglings,
I peck out the rhythm
of my gravity.

I was born in melodies
to search for keys
that scale the chords
and play my inner
harmony

but all I hear is
the lungs fluttering
in fields of velvet oxygen.

I miss the star

Stars. Hundreds of stars. Sometimes, even million.

I miss lying down on the ground and seeing those stars. When the grass used to be the comfortable mattress, and the chill in the air used to awaken every sensual part of you. When I used to wonder looking in the infinite mass-less space whose non-existential presence I still question. The hours ticked away, and the birds went silent, with the occasional chirping of their hungry ones, and I still laid there, just looking. Was it true that those are our ancestors? Or that rare falling star will fulfill my wish? It never did, though. Maybe it was too busy with others’ wishes. So many weak people asking for that ‘one’ wish. It must have been really busy. But how did it pick one out? Destiny? Or some random algorithm to find out who deserved it more than all the others? Maybe it’s the instinct of the star.

But you know what? I don’t care if it didn’t fulfill my wish. Or in case, anybody else’s also. It’s still a star, in fact a rare falling star, and people still crave for it. It’s still breathtakingly beautiful and can’t be forgotten anytime soon. The sight of that star makes you feel life is worth living for. Every small moment of that beauty makes your living justified. No matter if it comes once a month, or even a year, it’s always surprises you, amazes you, makes you feel needy and bring out your emotions for what you really want and desire.

I miss lying down on the drew covered grass and see that falling star.

I miss my falling star.

Wings of Freedom

I walk,

I walk on the street,

Under the stars,

Upon their glittering sheet…

Shining the way,

I’ve never known,

They were all together,

But why I was all alone…

Why should I alone feel all the light,

Under my feet when they shine bright,

My steps make the splashing sound,

Just enough loud to cover my wounds…

All of noises and all of sounds,

All the moments for which I look around,

They all come to me with so much speed,

Carrying all the memories and all my deeds,

I look up and reflect on them,

They’re gliding away in the sky,

Wish I could capture them,

And bid them a deserving goodbye…

I glance,

Down on the stars,

The shine is what set them apart…

The darkness around,

It just fades away,

Over the trees,

Where the birds lay…

Distracted they all start to fly,

Above my head in the moonlit sky,

Then why should I be feeling so trapped,

When the life is always full of crap…

All of noises and all  of sounds,

All the places that I look around,

They all glow with a new sense,

It makes me jump off the fence,

And follow the birds wherever they go,

They’re free to live their life,

I also want to go to the place they know,

And feel their freedom vibes…

I’m the Sky

I’m the one whom you see,

When you look up, across the seas,

Spreading and protecting everyone, even you,

Like a shelter for all, not just for a few…

I’m the one where the birds fly,

Looking for food when their babies cry,

Where the airplanes take people away,

Passing through clouds as it swiftly sways…

I’m the one who holds the clouds,

Showering blessings when they shout out loud,

The blessings for farmers whose fields are dry,

I answer them with my teary cries…

I’m the one where light resides,

The heat which keep cold besides,

Where the stars twinkle at night,

Making beautiful patterns for every different sight…

Such natural wonders I show you,

There are many, not at all few,

People ask me who am I,

I’m everything and my name’s Sky…

As the years go on passing by,

I would surely not tell a lie,

New things I own and old went away,

To the lost place now where they lay…

Now I’m the one who is black,

In nature now I truly lack,

Smoke is all over me,

I’m burning now in tragedy…

I’m the one where chimneys glow,

Blanketing me, now the light is low,

Where the birds now come to die,

Without kissing their young-ones goodbye…

I’m the one who holds the waste,

Constantly changing my old taste,

I’m the witness of battles and wars,

Of the firing tanks and blown-up cars…

Such human wonders I show you,

There are many, not at all few,

People ask me who am I,

I’m nothing and my name’s ……