floored.

it wasn’t the first time

i got lost in her hair

but the wind paused

and the sky looked over

this time

looked over me to see

if i was doing fine

and i told him

i didn’t even see him

walking through the door

i never felt him

putting his foot down

on my carpeted floor

and no it’s not that

i don’t love him as much

as i did before

it’s just that my

existence was clouded by

her hair and i couldn’t help

but want more.

the warmth of your whisper is still in my ear

tonight
the clouds are
neither white, nor black
it’s all gray
the lavender moon breathes
quietly.

cigarettes live in the streets of
your mouth
while you dream on
in gray clouds of your smoke.

you’re a beautiful skyscraper
untouched
by the wrecking balls

a butterfly
washed in busted
fire hydrants

a dream
wrapped in pastel
baby blankets

fireflies
plugging their tiny lamps
in and out
of your eyes.

blood pumps like
gasoline
our sweat becomes fire

i crush a star
and sprinkle it in your hair

the warmth of your whisper
is still in my ear.

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 ……