Kali

Let me be clear on who she is
A little insight perhaps
to know one moment as brilliant
as light
the next as dull as an old kitchen knife...
playfully playing as foolish a fool
while knowing your every breath
and every move
Innocent without malice or rage
veiled in gossamer blankets
her age
careful where you step and how
though pretense is no friend of she
a callous heart beats softer within
a hardened and roughened skin
Faster than a thought you thought you had
now gone again she is
slipped out from under your thumb
while she mocked your actions dumb
Not to trust her is to be she most trustworthy
If one's intentions are good
She overlooks the flaws with compassion
and rips through insincerity with carefully
crafted and sinister traps
that snap
when least expected
A true being of gentle heart could earn her confidence
in time
Step wrongly and the mines she's laid
are in the tracks to you she made

From Beba

You think you broke her heart
You think you tore her apart
You think you crushed her ego
you think you shattered her dreams
Because you felt threatened...
Then had the audacity
To think that she'd
Follow you to another city

She had had enough
Teary eyed she packed
All her belongings
And walked away
But not before telling you
That you'd have to look
For another partner
To dance quietly
To your miserable tune

In The Shadow of Sandalwood Trees

Each time when I am alone,
If I really have to be
Bread overgrows, days swell
Cold and pale,
You and I
Current throws us on the shore by
Under the water I seek your hands
And the handle cracks, strength constantly gone
From the beginning, each step hurts
Under the water I will find a new clue
Always, when you dream of me, if you ever do
From black night and thick fog,
Over-flown river, You and I
With a single,
Pint-sized scrap of Earth

Before the rope rips
The forest burns somewhere,
in the storm find us
Break the heaven, obstruct the wind
At my feet, smaller world will drop
In my heart,
somewhere at the bottom ,
somewhere in May,
in the shadow of sandalwood trees,
in a quiet dream,
darling, I love you...

To B

took her clothes off
you changed her
into subsequent reflection of glass cotton wool
glass entity
dismissal, just another shadow
there was no promise, will get to know them
you wedge dice in her hand
she will play with you
because she no longer remembers if she heard this before
in front of her- a cage, with gold bars, she painted herself
years on- you could feed her with gloves on your hands

choice
is a narrative rationality

From a dream...

In a daisy-run
Tripped over You
Laying on a meadow
Snarled with wooden
Beads
In Washed jeans
So nonchalant
Distant
Like a harbor
In New Zeland
I always wished
it would
welcome me.

Laid down
Next to you
In the high grass
Marking
the shape of my body
You smiled
With eyes
And corners of your lips

Thought-sweetened tea

...and as a matter of fact the cup is fairly big, so I need quite a bit of sugar coated thoughts
...over the city, storm, again
...sometimes I wonder, which day the city will simply drown, and I with it
...drying another pair of shoes
...and I dream of a candle night with a glass of Martini Rosso, well, not really, but I do enjoy the rain.
...price
...what is the price of the truth?
...if the price is too high, is it worth exploring it?
...what is verity?
...how do you live with it, remembering what a lie is?
...how to look someone in the eye, and trust them??
I sit on the window-sill, breath in the smell of rain, and hold your hand.

:)

Everything that day was going over clods of earth. Just a day. Viciously July-ish. First, in the morning, I almost used shaving gel to wash my hair, then I tangled that leg of mine in my undies and notched the soil, I mean the floor. On my way out, I tripped over my own feet and made sure to score a huge bruise on my knee and became a spectacle for pedestrians. Then, at work, I wrecked my favourite cup, the one with frogs. While I was bellyaching over the loss of my precious cup (and the chamomile-honey-lemon tea) like it was a diamond ring, a friend of mine was chuckling and howling, until I burned the kettle. Impossible, I know, but it's enough if You don't pour water in it. As I tried to reach for juice in the refrigerator I crashed my head on the corner of the door.

Bud-The Rescuer- called me a patent idiot, and by force installed me in front of my compute reminding me not to move, or touch glass dishes, knives or anything that would be harmful to the environment or to me. He didn't economize on the irony, but I didn't dare to send him the notice of opposition. Day like that and I doubted the world, people, and mostly- myself. Where was the Gemini's luck I was born with? Remarkable gift to transform failure into success?

What is happiness? "When You win the Mega Million you will know what happiness is" I thought. But then sat down and thought about it. When was the last time I felt truly happy? Laughing. Bubble bath. A glass of an excellent wine. A movie, that caught my heart. A book, good enough to keep me up all night. Simple glance. Favourite ice cream. Pants that fit just right. Flowers for no reason. Words: I love You. Holding hands. Lazy Sunday afternoon on a couch. Arms that surround me and make me feel safe. Kind words, and his soft touch. Eating ice cream on a rainy day. A cup of chamomile-honey-lemon tea. My sister's achievements and my parent's patience. Their presence, and unconditional love.

So many things to overpay that one bad day. Heck, enough to overpay a hundred of those. I agree, I tangled my foot in my undies, I totally destroyed the cup, and then burned the kettle- and what? Tomorrow I will laugh at it; anger and bitterness will vanish. Sure I am clumsy but that's just how I roll, and I like it quite alright damnit.