Being
I do not even wish to situate
But I’ve been enjoying my morning coffee when
The past and the future squeezed themselves into a single spot
Unbearable like a black hole in my chest
While trying to stuff everything into static answers
I’ve suddenly realized what a madness
To reason the Being
But just yesterday I was a little Indian boy
And you were a little metropolitan girl
The outskirts was our adventurous land
We were jumping the big stones of the river
Tired we departed into a hammock
Facing each other
Swing
Everything was endless and widespread
Our hair flicking in the breeze
Sifting the sunny rays
Swing
There
There it was
In that second swing
We Were the Being
March 2022
You Cannot Love Yourself, It’s a Nonsense
My room, my safe haven
My notes, my poems
My guitar, my keys
My bookshelf
My mic, my pick
My vinyl, my analog needle
Everything tightly wrapped
With photos of my kind of people
With songs
Everything intertwined with twine
Everything dense
And deeper dense with every other day
While I was sitting in the middle of it
On a stained wooden floor
Simone said to me:
“You cannot love yourself, it’s a nonsense”
“You cannot be both the object and the subject”
“In truth, doubling is only dreamed”
And Mary said to me:
“Forget it and love the world”
Oh, what a lovely perpetual motion love I must have left
But to be sure
Since then I was relieved
To struggles and to dreams
Since then I was relieved
Of panacean needs
March 2022
Silly Questions
Like your lost shoe
I found five days ago
And tried to return
Even though it was cheap
Even though I stole your chances for buying new ones
Like your dropped apple
I lifted and handed up to you
When you were shopping with a full basket
Even though it was damaged
Even though I stole your chances for leaving it to the cleaners
Like your silly question
I answered by another silly one
Without referring you to the Knowledge
Even though it was Known
Even though I stole your chances for a better Education
Like this
The world is held in its place
But what happens
If everything will be on a waiting list for a replace
If everything damaged will be left for the cleaners
And we will forget how to ask silly questions?
April 2022
Thick Glass Boxes
People of my generation
And also the younger ones
We are wearing thick glass boxes
We are wearing them
Everywhere we go
On the bus
Where the sun is shining through the windows
And the wind is blowing through our hair
We can hardly bathe
For the damn thick glass boxes
Keep us safe
On the street
Where we are passing each other
In our flesh, bones and blood
There is no space for an accidental touch
As the damn thick glass boxes
Keep us tough
In the waiting room
Where we are sitting side by side
Bored to death by overthought minds
Unable to attune to one another
Because the damn thick glass boxes
Keep us bother
And what about my future loved ones?
Would I be able to recover them
Out of those damn thick glass boxes
And have I even shattered mine?
I’m afraid
April 2022
Red
Not too bright
Not too dark
Is my red of red
He's wearing it too black
She's wearing it too flat
This is not my red
My red makes you alive dead
They misused it
Put it on warning signs
Put it on blistering vacuum bottles with plastic sparks
Put it on suitcases which will fly the cheapest flights
For you to be afraid
To drink with disgust
To be dragged through airport dungeons
What a dirty life
Yet, I’m searching for my red of red
In the vortex of your swirling dress
Not too bright and not too dark
As if the tulips when I was a child
Slower
As we are getting infinitely closer
Inside your swirling dress
There must be
Inside your swirling dress
Red of red
June 2022
