• Dear Ant

    Dear Ant

    I am sorry

    if I have stomped on you

    most accidentally

    with my feet

    while rolling on the grass

    or falling badly

    on a wet floor

    I am sorry

    I killed many of your friends

    when I was a child

    it felt like fun back then

    now

    it feels like regret

    I am sorry

    if the ball I kicked

    bounced into your home

    and turned

    a whole neighbourhood

    into dust

    You had to begin again

    from a single grain

    sorry

    for all those casualties

    if they happened

    because of me

    sorry

    I circled some of your friends

    with chalk

    pen

    charcoal

    and stones

    watching them

    walk in circles

    while I laughed

    I did not know

    I had become

    someone else’s maze

    some of your friends

    climbed onto my skin

    I could not bear the feeling

    so I threw them away

    some of your friends

    never came back

    from puddles

    that looked

    like oceans

    to them

    I am sure

    I deserve

    a very strict punishment

    because now

    I know

    what it feels like

    to be stepped on

    by someone

    bigger

    someone

    whose shadow

    covers your whole sky

    We had monsters

    we have monsters

    and we will have monsters

    they keep walking

    without looking down

    Dear Ant

    maybe

    that is how

    every monster begins

    not with hate

    but with forgetting

    that someone smaller

    is trying

    to make it home

    forgive

    my big feet

    and my big body

    Maybe

    to you

    I look

    like a giant gorilla

    taller than skyscrapers

    every footstep

    a thunderstorm

    every careless movement

    the end

    of another world

    But dear Ant

    this big body

    is trapped

    inside a big mental cage

    it is not easy

    to be human

    We build

    our own anthills

    of glass

    steel

    and concrete

    and still

    many of us

    feel lost

    I have watched

    your people

    carry food together

    rebuild together

    find each other

    without saying

    a single word

    There is something

    about that

    I wish

    we had never forgotten

    Sorry again

    for every trouble

    I may have caused

    Tomorrow

    if I see

    your people

    crossing the pavement

    I will wait

    a few seconds

    You are small

    but

    you are going somewhere

    just like me

  • The Knock I Never Heard

    I met him outside a shop

    we talked about sports

    and spirituality

    for almost an hour

    that evening

    our vibe matched

    we had known each other

    for years

    from working together

    somewhere

    I invited him

    to come over

    for a drink

    someday

    one day arrived

    I was soaked

    in smoke

    and alcohol

    lying in a hot bath

    at midnight

    completely intoxicated

    I messaged him

    come over

    a little while later

    someone arrived

    I shouted

    come through the back

    I lost the key

    somewhere

    I opened the window

    and said

    get in

    he smiled

    but didn’t move

    that’s when

    I looked properly

    it wasn’t him

    a young man

    wearing a green uniform

    he said

    I’m from the welfare team

    I came

    to check

    if you’re okay

    he asked

    what I’d been drinking

    I answered

    in a very sober tone

    just one full bottle

    of vodka

    and a few other bottles

    whose names

    I don’t even know

    he smiled

    and said

    your friend

    came here earlier

    he was worried

    about you

    take care of yourself

    then he left

    only later

    I opened WhatsApp

    bro

    I came earlier

    knocked on your door

    rang you

    again and again

    you never answered

    so I called

    for a welfare check

    I stared

    at the screen

    for a long time

    all that time

    I thought

    he was playing

    a prank on me

    but he was only

    trying to make sure

    I was still okay

    the truth was

    I wasn’t

    I needed someone

    to talk to

    instead

    I slept deeply

    in a bathtub

    while the booze

    carried me away

    from the only conversation

    I probably needed the most

    later

    I thanked him

    again

    and again

    I apologised

    for everything

    my messages

    were seen

    but never answered

    sometimes

    I still picture him

    standing outside

    my door

    on a cold night

    knocking

    trying not

    to wake

    the neighbours

    while I lay

    only a few steps away

    unable

    to hear

    the kindness

    waiting outside

    my door

  • Big Brother is Watching You

    Big Brother is watching you

    as Orwell wrote

    in 1984

    except now

    it’s your phone

    your laptop

    every glowing screen

    watching

    learning

    what you want

    before you do

    an algorithm

    builds you an ad

    lovely and precise

    gluing your eyes

    to the glass

    change your mind tomorrow

    no worries

    it will build you

    a new one

    some cows

    graze the open meadow

    some are grass fed

    indoors

    never knowing

    who fills the trough

    don’t blame the farmer

    you chose

    to feed yourselves

    late at night

    all the colourful nights

    became smaller

    than the blue screen

    somewhere

    behind your eyes

    an empty jar

    of melatonin

    and sleep

    that won’t go deep

    this isn’t happening

    you’re not being tracked

    no

    nothing to worry about

    Maybe

    one day

    we will all be born

    with a tiny chip

    and hide and seek

    will lose

    its meaning

    something unseen

    a tech bubble

    you can’t make

    someone else rich

    by making

    your own life

    smaller

    still

    you have a platform

    to throw your talents

    into the world

    it comes with hate

    it comes with criticism

    it comes with positivity

    it comes with absurdity

    you are not alone

    Big Brother

    is watching

    feminists might protest

    so

    Big Sister

    is watching too

    I only hope

    the relationship

    between sisters and brothers

    friends and family

    doesn’t become

    isolated

    inside the

    w i r e s

  • Empty Benches

    I still feel bad

    for the lecturer

    who had to teach empty benches

    because one day

    out of the blue

    I went to a university class

    after missing many

    and found myself sitting alone

    among rows of empty seats

    with only the lecturer

    watching me

    each time he spoke

    I waited for my classmates

    five minutes

    ten minutes

    fifteen minutes

    but no one appeared

    I wonder if he felt awkward too

    standing in front of all those benches

    with only one student

    maybe he did not feel good

    he may have wondered

    why nobody wanted to attend

    his class in person

    whether his lessons were not interesting

    whether the students did not like him

    or whether he was speaking

    to a room

    that had already forgotten him

    then I started searching

    for an excuse to leave

    the lecturer began an activity

    on his presentation

    and asked me to log in

    from my laptop

    I told him

    I needed to get another laptop

    from the library

    so I would have to go

    he said

    he could show me

    how to do it

    on the laptop I already had

    perhaps he already knew

    I was searching for a way

    to escape

    he tried to stop me politely

    not by forcing me to stay

    but by offering his help

    I felt strange

    sitting there alone

    carrying my shyness

    my silence

    and the weight of being noticed

    but leaving

    was not a good decision

    at least

    he would have had one person

    in the room with him

    instead

    I left him alone

    with the online students

    watching from the corners

    of their homes

    maybe after I left

    he looked again

    at the empty benches

    the room felt even quieter

    maybe he thought

    even the only student

    who came to his class

    did not want to stay

    later

    I heard classmates

    people I barely knew

    gossiping about a teacher

    poor lecturer

    they said

    he had to teach

    empty benches

    there was one student

    but he left too

    and I knew

    they were talking about me

    when I remember his face

    I place myself

    in his position

    standing before an empty room

    trying to teach

    trying to remain professional

    trying not to show

    how awkward or disappointing

    it might have felt

    and I feel really bad

    really sad

    I know I was suffocating

    inside my shyness

    struggling with being an introvert

    hiding behind an irrelevant excuse

    but I should not have left him

    he wanted to help me

    I could have stayed

    I could have learned

    so many things

    all his attention

    would have been mine

    I failed to recognise the opportunity

    I failed to build that small bond

    and even now

    the memory returns

    like an unfinished lesson

  • The Road Made Me Whole

    There was a time

    all I wanted was love

    but none of my trees

    grew tall

    the people I met in summer

    left me in fall

    and by winter

    they had even forgotten

    to give me a call

    no

    this is not just

    about a girl

    while others were

    getting clean bowled

    I was still standing there

    swinging the ball

    dont get me dirty

    I was wearing

    a white t shirt

    freshly bought

    from the mall

    I am not joking

    my whole situation

    was one big lol

    the fire inside me

    was almost extinguished

    because I had stopped

    adding coal

    probably because coal

    was getting expensive

    and so was

    maintaining the soul

    I was holding on

    to the memory of someone

    who had already bonded

    with another soul

    its all right

    I said

    with the confidence

    of someone

    who was clearly

    not all right at all

    still

    I moved on

    because on this lovely

    stage of life

    everyone has to

    play a role

    now I am calm

    standing with a golf club

    quietly looking

    for the hole

    no regrets

    only a few bitter moments

    I will tie them

    to a pole

    bury the map

    forget the road

    and never again

    pay the toll

    the road was hard

    but it made me whole

    the road was hard

    but it made me whole

  • Something Vast

    A goldfish inside the aquarium

    reminded me

    that I had forgotten

    to feed him

    and his friends

    I said sorry

    and fed them all

    they rubbed their noses

    against the glass

    I thought

    they were saying thank you

    it was kind of him

    to remind me

    about his friends

    sometimes

    I feel sorry for them

    depending on others

    for everything

    and then

    I find myself thinking

    my life is far better than theirs

    but they have

    far fewer things

    to worry about

    I have many

    they live

    in an artificial world

    designed by humans

    yet

    they glow best

    when the light falls on them

    they do not complain

    they do not say much

    it feels

    as though they are happy

    and safe

    inside their little world

    maybe they worry

    about murky water

    I do not know

    if they are afraid of dying

    I cannot see them cry

    how would a fish cry

    underwater

    perhaps they do

    but water

    does not listen

    does not understand

    it mixes everything

    far away

    their relatives are hooked

    and pulled

    some suffocate

    inside fishing nets

    some become

    a delicacy

    on someone else’s table

    their mouths

    left open

    as if they were trying

    to say one last thing

    before dying

    humans do not care

    bigger fish

    do not care

    they give themselves

    to the ecosystem

    and even if

    I released these fish

    into a river

    or the ocean

    tomorrow

    there would be

    no promise

    that they would live

    for long

    but at least

    for a little while

    even for a single moment

    they would become

    part of something greater

    something bigger

    something vast

  • Who I Support?

    My friend asked me

    which team I support

    this World Cup

    I smiled

    because I knew

    my answer would not fit

    on any jersey

    I support myself

    for keeping my eyes open

    late into the night

    watching the game

    stretch into extra time

    with racing thoughts

    and a heart full of adrenaline

    my eyes becoming a little tired

    but still searching

    for those beautiful moments

    that stay forever

    inside my memory

    I support the player

    who spent years dreaming

    of standing on that field

    the one who scores the winning goal

    and the one who sits on the bench

    waiting for a chance

    I support the tears

    of those who leave early

    because defeat hurts most

    when someone has given everything

    I clapped for every team

    every player

    who gave their best

    no matter the country

    the geography

    or the colour of the jersey

    because beneath all the flags

    and all the differences

    there are just humans

    chasing a dream

    on the same field

    I support the fans

    who travel thousands of miles

    to carry their hopes

    into a stadium

    where strangers become family

    for ninety minutes and more

    I support my heart

    for being brave enough

    to feel the emotions

    of those who win

    and those who lose

    because every match

    holds a story

    bigger than the score

    I support myself

    for listening to the noise

    from news

    social media

    and conversations

    all the predictions

    all the debates

    all the endless opinions

    but for a while

    people forgot their usual worries

    and found something

    to celebrate together

    I support myself

    for keeping my mind clean

    no biases

    no prejudices

    no hatred

    just the joy

    of watching people

    give everything they have

    I know FIFA will not send me money

    for staying awake

    no team will give me a medal

    for cheering

    and no trophy

    will ever have my name on it

    but when I see someone rise

    when I see someone achieve

    when I see a dream come true

    my heart celebrates

    as if

    I have lifted

    the trophy myself

  • Maze

    Someone pushed me into a maze

    thinking I would find my way

    with my confidence.

    But I became so entangled

    that I created another maze within the maze

    and named it

    a difficult phase 

    I accepted every free advice,

    every suggestion,

    every discourse

    from spiritual gurus.

    But my feet were too heavy,

    and I had carried so much weight

    that lifting my soul

    became almost impossible.

    So I had to call a crane.

    It tried.

    The handle broke

    again and again.

    Was I obsessed

    or obese?

    There was no body shaming,

    no naming,

    no blaming.

    Yet deep down

    I knew the weight

    was never physical.

    It was mental.

    I tried to drive myself out of it,

    but I couldn’t.

    The path wasn’t easy.

    One maze disappeared,

    another one appeared.

    Still, I said,

    I won’t give up.

    Then one day,

    after meditating for five hours,

    I realized

    there had never been a maze at all.

    The mind had created it.

    The free advice had enlarged it.

    All I had to do

    was listen to myself.

    Instead,

    I welcomed the voices

    of people

    who never really helped.

    They only confused me.

  • Something Softer Than Stone

    we can walk the beach

    holding hands loosely

    enough to let go

    looking out at the sea

    watching it move

    in waves

    in tides

    like a heartbeat

    that forgot how to be one thing

    i can stand before any tide for you

    you only have to feel it

    the reel

    of the past

    worn smooth

    by water that doesnt remember being angry

    still turning

    underneath

    because thats what tides do

    they dont just carry love

    they carry weight

    somewhere below the current

    there are stones

    rubbed raw

    rock          against          rock

    waiting

    for something to touch them gently

    for once

    to eat away

    at what has built up

    until the stone is bare again

    until it is free

    even a rock

    wants to live like that

    untouched by what clings to it

    carried by the same tide

    that used to mean

    only love

    so who are we

    if not something softer than stone

    still waiting

    to be worn free

    we are human

    we deserve that too

  • Too Large for the Canvas

    I wasn’t ready to be dragged

    but I submitted myself to the job

    which was enough

    to make me cry every day

    but I didn’t cry

    because they weren’t paying

    anything extra for it

    all the tissues I got

    as consolation from my workmates

    I carried home

    and turned into kitchen wipes

    I saved some money

    if I were on a reality show

    displaying my senseless talents

    I would have made it to the next round

    just by shedding a few tears

    but I would never win

    a tear-shedding competition

    because I know

    there are people

    whose pain is greater than mine

    the battles they are fighting

    are too large for the canvas

    the painting might speak

    but the brushstrokes

    cannot color the actual pain

    pain is colorless

    odorless

    tasteless

    a universal truth

    but when it arrives

    holding a bitter memory

    even the rainbow turns grey

    every delicious thing

    becomes insipid

    every fragrance

    loses its scent

    while I was lying there

    thinking

    I got a call from the office

    Would you cover for someone tomorrow?

    and I said yes

    without much thought

    because I don’t get paid

    for thinking either