August’s gone, wrapped up in harvest veil,So sad and sweet, and rich, and ripe, and kind,I am reading now long autumn mail,Tempting, tender, rainy and – unsigned.
You remember, we found ourselves In a small and stuffy coffee cup. In a trap – black, and strong, and so smokey. There was no escape – wide open eyes. Wide awake I was – aware of you. Bookless ashes on black, burnt-down shelves, And two coffee-cups close – looking up. And the flickering light,Continue reading “Too Much Coffee”
Green rain filling her green eyes, Green grass painting her dress green. Don’t ask whether she has been Charmed by spells of dark-green sky She won’t tell you what it means – To run in the green of moors, To feel green out of your doors, To enchant someone with green. You will never comeContinue reading “Green”
Now everything around me’s just some fiction – A novel by a drunk, good-hearted man Who’s half-asleep, and tired beyond description, He fills the lines as crazily as one can. He writes of changing, but so lonesome settings, Of people, who are not unkind, but dull, Of some unpleasant past I keep forgetting, Of chaos-drivenContinue reading “A Woman’s Destiny Made Up By a Man”
It has been my misfortune – to run into you In the midst of a tangible, real-life crowd, It has been my misfortune that I never knew – Remembering you was not even allowed. Now you’ve captured my jealousy in black-and-white, Now it’s screaming through millions of Instagram posts, I am trying to write commentsContinue reading “Insta-Jealous”
Your left, my right – A mirror to break,I must not, you might – I’m trapped – my mistake.Could break free, find a cleftTo escape, to hide,But you know – nothing’s leftIn this glass that’d look right. My first poem here. Perhaps not a very cheerful one. But I hope that the weekend will bringContinue reading “The Mirror”