poem

Inside the parkIn the neighbourhoodThere is a skate rinkThat appears only in winter Five thirtyAfter workI’m standing on the iceWearing my skates, wabbly SlowlyI start movingPushing my left footThen my right foot A little girl arrivesWith her motherThey glide on the iceChasing each other, practicing I hear the girl’s voiceShe is learning how to skateYes, […]

One of these daysThe old pattern will breakA new pattern will hatchJust like Spring sprouts from WinterAfter all the patient preparation One of these daysA breakthrough will happenA new way will appear before youJust like the light spreads across the skyAfter a long winter night One of these daysIt will happenAll effortlesslySmoothlyAs if taking a

Something unknownSomething unspokenSomething incomprehensibleA mysterious entity it is Chasing it is likeCatching a cloud in the skyGrasping it is likeFinding the end of the rainbow Everybody must have itBut nobody has ever seen itEverybody talks about itBut nobody can explain it Common sense, are you there?Your presence is requestedIt is time you come out of

There is a tiny house on the hilltopA girl used to live thereHappy and contentUntil one dayAn attack started Arrows showered on her houseFrom where, she had no ideaBut they kept comingDamaging her houseInjuring her She had to do something, anythingShe built walls around her houseBut the arrows kept comingFearful and panickedShe ran to the

You say you’re not sureYou say you should waitBecause you might make a mistakeBut who hasn’t made mistakesIncluding terrible ones? You say it’s not for youYou say you shouldn’tSomeone said something beforeBut who cares who said what in the pastWhen it’s about you and now? You ask “But how?”You’ve never done it beforeAs if that’s

Inside an old cameraIs a film rollI cannot rememberWhen was the last timeWe took a picture with itWhat was the last sceneCaptured on the film? Left inside a tape recorderIs an old cassette tapeNobody’s opened it for yearsWhen was the last timeWe played with itWhat was the last soundRecorded on the tape? The sweater I

It starts with a flyer in your mailboxA spark of inspiration ignitesAs you flip through the pagesAn idea for a change The next thing you knowThe box arrivesAnd a tiny piece of furnitureReplaces a bulky unfitted one It’s a tiny change in your tiny homeYet it’s significantBecause nowYour face is lit up with a smile

I cannot fakeI cannot say it is of utmost importanceWhen my life is fine without itI cannot say I want itWhen my heart desires something elseI cannot say I worry about itWhen my mind is at peace with itDon’t expect those beliefs from meEmpty and pointlessI cannot fake

It’s not something you declareSomething you forceOr something you strive for Don’t even work hardBecause otherwiseYou might miss it, the sign The subtle shift in your bodyA slightly different thoughtA moment of clarity Change is happeningQuiet like a sprout on the groundPowerful like arriving summer Take a noticeThat’s all you doAnd you’re morphing into a

Beyond this pointYou agree to seeThe invisibleAs well as the visible Beyond this pointYou agree to valueThe intangibleAs well as the tangible For what used to beIs part of the presentAnd what is yet to comeAlready exists So it is kindly requestedBeyond this pointNo more ignoringOnly utmost care for all that is