• No One to Curse Today

    I think

    today I won’t curse anyone.

    But then

    something comes to mind

    and my heart starts burning again.

    I wonder

    how do I calm this mind now?

    When there is no one around

    I stand in front of the mirror

    and curse myself instead,

    all kinds of things.

    And somehow

    my mind becomes calm.

    After all,

    it is only cursing.

    Without a little cursing

    even food tastes bland.

    Today

    the people I usually curse

    are not even home.

    Should I call someone

    who has gone to work

    and ask them

    to give me something

    to curse them for?

    No.

    That would sound strange.

    Maybe I should mess something up.

    I have to ruin something

    at least.

    No,

    that is not right either.

    Maybe I should do something good.

    Something kind.

    Maybe help someone

    with a true heart.

    But even then

    something or another

    goes wrong.

    You cannot please everyone.

    So again

    I stand in front of the mirror

    and explain things to myself.

    Look, my dear,

    instead of getting into

    all this cursing and swearing,

    stand here for a while.

    Look at the person

    in the mirror.

    Let him look at you too.

    Then love each other.

    After that

    whoever curses you,

    their words will start

    to feel small.

    You are not worthy of curses.

    You are worthy of applause.

    Then

    the man in the mirror and I

    clap for each other.

    If someone saw me,

    they would probably think,

    what a madman.

    And I am already sitting there

    ready to curse them

    for thinking that.

  • The Women in the Dream

    She was waiting for him

    at the door

    with a garland

    and a divine smile

    her hair

    beautiful as cherry blossoms

    swaying in slow motion

    touching her waist

    he stood there

    in awe

    mesmerized

    by the beauty

    of her eyes

    and suddenly

    he found himself

    at sea

    in the middle of nowhere

    a flowery boat

    beneath his feet

    embedded with galactic stars

    the shadow

    of the full moon

    floating on the water

    he was in her embrace

    she caressed his hair

    gently

    and he thought

    he was on cloud nine

    in a world

    that did not belong to him

    somewhere

    he had never been invited

    he did not even know

    the person

    holding him

    yet somehow

    he found solace

    in her arms

    soon

    she held his hand

    a luminous light

    pierced the sky

    and both of them

    started floating

    towards it

    a divine hum

    reverberated around them

    something between

    the ocean

    and the galaxies

    beautiful at first

    then slowly

    annoying

    strangely familiar

    something

    he had heard

    many times before

    then suddenly

    he opened his eyes

    no sea

    no stars

    no woman

    no garland

    just a room

    with no furniture

    him

    lying on a thin blanket

    and beside him

    his alarm clock

    ringing

    ringing

    reminding him

    to come back

    to reality

    and earn

    his bread

  • I Will Love Again

    I will not sip poison

    like Socrates drinking hemlock

    just to ruminate

    on the words

    you arrowed into my heart

    I will walk away

    acknowledging

    you were not

    the right match for me

    moving on

    for most of us

    is like Hercules

    carrying a weight

    too heavy for too long

    this time

    the weight is pressing me down

    I cannot hold

    your memories forever

    I have to let them go

    one day

    one moment

    even Hercules

    needs rest

    this life is short

    I cannot hold on

    to one feeling

    forever

    there are places

    I have not been

    cities

    villages

    paths

    I have not crossed

    maybe someday

    with someone

    I will walk them

    the wind will carry

    a sweet fragrance

    the sun

    will carry warmth

    butterflies

    will exhibit their colours

    and clouds

    will form a shape

    and exactly

    in that moment

    I will return

    to the same feeling

    the same emotion

    much refined

    much stronger

    and I will pour

    all of it

    into someone

    I will be in love again

    with a soul

    that will carry me

    far away

    from this world

    and maybe then

    I will understand

    what love

    was supposed to be

  • Sweet Bite

    She used to tell me

    she liked vampires.

    Now when I remember,

    maybe I was one too,

    constantly sipping

    the vibes

    of her joyful heart.

    I could understand

    she gave me

    whatever was left in her,

    when she emptied

    her reserved love

    into me.

    She said,

    this is what

    you deserve.

    Now it is better

    we part our ways.

    I didn’t even know

    the pain

    I received from her heart

    could taste

    this sweet.

  • One Last Squeeze

    Squeezing

    rolling

    suffocation

    a poor toothpaste tube

    has to go through

    all kinds of torture

    just so every morning

    it can spill something

    onto a toothbrush

    when it is full

    everyone is gentle

    one little squeeze

    and there it is

    but when it reaches

    almost the end

    when nothing

    comes out easily

    the real treatment begins

    rolling

    twisting

    strangling

    pressed against the sink

    like an accused

    in police custody

    the toothpaste tube

    has no choice

    rich or poor

    everyone buys it

    and just to save

    a few more bucks

    the poor tube

    goes through

    another round

    of strangulation

    because people believe

    there must still be

    something inside

    then comes

    the final punishment

    someone takes scissors

    cuts open

    its belly

    scrapes the corners

    searches every fold

    until the tube

    can finally say

    goodbye

    a fresh toothpaste tube

    once stood proudly

    full

    heavy

    smooth

    then every day

    it lost

    a little weight

    trying to bring

    a clean smile

    and confidence

    to someone else

    poor toothpaste

    I feel sorry for you

    but tomorrow morning

    I will still check

    if I can squeeze

    something more

    out of the tube

    which is

    almost finished

  • The Dinner We Planned

    Oh dear!

    We had conquered all the fear
    didn’t know today
    we would have to live
    in a pool of tears

    something unknown
    some strange force

    just daily life
    was going on

    she was returning
    from the market

    our son
    was getting home from school

    we had planned
    a lovely dinner

    my two-storey house
    built with all the sweat
    and hard work

    my neighbours
    who used to wave at me
    and ask how we were

    are buried
    deep under the sand

    somewhere
    lying

    their souls in another world
    their bodies scattered

    my entire village
    collapsing
    swept away
    by a merciless flood

    my heart
    inundated with pain

    insomniac eyes

    even when I doze off
    I hear the voices

    Dad, I’m back home

    Dear,
    I bought spinach
    from the market
    for cheap

    even the sounds
    that once irritated me
    have started sounding sweet

    and I keep looking
    for their bodies

    just one last time
    I want to see them

    I imagine

    what if everything
    was only a dream

    what if nothing
    had happened to us

    nothing

    just an avalanche of feelings
    falling from the celestial sky

    while somewhere beneath it all
    I still wait
    for the door to open

    for my son to come home

    for her to walk in
    holding that bag of spinach

    but no one comes

    and I realise

    the flood did not
    only take my village

    I am already dead
    inside

  • Think Like a Human

    Yell

    as much as you want

    your voice will be heard

    you will get all the limelight

    some wanted

    much of it unwanted

    they will try

    to cover every angle

    until you die

    inside your own thoughts

    strangled

    cameras everywhere

    click click

    too many flashes

    a mic

    a beautiful lady

    with aesthetic eyelashes

    What do you think about the system?

    Why were you treated unfairly?

    and he said

    As long as I am a machine

    working for another machine

    that thinks

    it can hire another machine

    I have to remember

    to think like a human

    I am not worried

    about one machine

    treating another machine badly

    I am worried

    about why machines

    are replacing sane humans

    and making humans insane

    then I have to yell

    on every platform

    just to make myself heard

    and he walked away

    from the camera

    away from the flashes

    away from the questions

    away from the toxic life

    until there was

    just himself

    sitting quietly

    meditating

  • Clean Feed

    One morning

    he woke up

    opened his phone

    and something was wrong

    no obscene scenes

    no nudity

    no pointless fights

    no strangers

    shouting at strangers

    no ridiculous videos

    made only

    to stop his thumb

    no scandals

    no rage

    no one crying

    with a camera perfectly placed

    in front of them

    just ordinary things

    someone watering a plant

    someone reading a book

    someone cooking breakfast

    without telling him

    it would change his life

    people smiling

    normal smiles

    no filters

    stretching their faces

    into another species

    good news

    useful things

    high quality contents

    everyone looked

    positive

    radiant

    peaceful

    he scrolled

    and scrolled

    and scrolled

    then stopped

    looked around the room

    checked the Wi-Fi

    closed the app

    opened it again

    same thing

    he became worried

    what happened

    to my feed?

    where is the chaos?

    where is the stupidity?

    where is the thing

    I never wanted to see

    but somehow watched

    three times?

    he scrolled a little more

    a man was teaching

    how to grow tomatoes

    another was explaining

    how rain forms

    someone rescued a bird

    someone said

    have a good morning

    he threw the phone

    on the bed

    and stared at the ceiling

    this is terrible

    everything

    is so good

    everything

    is so clean

    everything

    makes sense

    he picked up the phone

    one last time

    scrolled

    sighed

    and whispered

    why is this

    so boring?

  • A Whim, a Swim and an Ice Cream

    remember the moment
    you fell asleep
    on my shoulder

    when you woke up
    you said sorry

    you had forgotten
    you dozed off there

    and when we got off
    you forgot your bag too

    you were busy
    on your phone

    I ran behind you

    my tap on your shoulder
    might have scared you

    but it was only me
    with the bag
    you had missed

    sometimes I think
    it was not just the bag

    I wanted that whole moment
    to be repeated

    just for a while

    in my imagination
    we were already something

    daydreaming on a plane
    was good
    until it landed

    everything was in the air

    then suddenly
    everything became clear

    you said thank you

    and somehow
    we ended up booking
    the same taxi

    what happened to the app
    I still don’t know

    same driver
    same hotel

    your room
    right opposite mine

    we shared smiles
    whenever we passed
    in the corridor

    then I saw you
    at the pool

    you looked beautiful
    in your swimsuit

    I knew
    I couldn’t swim

    but somehow
    I thought
    this was the right moment
    to impress you

    so I went in

    almost drowned

    became
    a top class fool

    you laughed

    your newly made friends
    laughed too

    and I laughed
    because what else
    could I do

    after that day
    I never saw you again

    if you are reading this poem

    please know

    I still cannot swim

    all our meeting
    might have been a whim

    but sometimes
    it still feels good
    to remember it all

    while eating
    a fresh cone
    of clotted ice cream

  • Screw Your System

    I am in a system
    tangled like a helpless spider
    in the web
    woven by someone else

    I can’t go too far
    I can’t stay close to myself
    even in private
    and say

    my life is worse than hell

    you better take the keys
    and lock me in your cell
    than make it look
    like you are on
    some humanitarian mission

    false smile
    false hope
    betrayal
    trust issues

    taking everything
    out of my mind
    making me suffer

    you duffer
    you think you are tougher?

    I was a rough guy
    before I was a lover

    don’t think kindness
    is tied around my collar
    I can buy your pride
    for a dollar

    you want to paint me dirty?
    wait
    I will bring the roller

    degrading me
    won’t make you taller

    you can build your walls
    and call yourself stronger
    but I have been swallowing this
    for far too longer

    Screw your system
    Screw your management

    one day
    if I make a living
    from my art

    I will leave all this
    far behind

    no more false promises
    playing with my mind

    I will keep my distance
    from all your morons
    all your stupid donkeys

    you keep braying

    I won’t be staying

    you keep making noise
    thinking you are winning

    while somewhere far away
    my real life
    will be beginning

    you keep braying

    I will be at peace

    and praying