Tuesday, May 1, 2018

HOME

Clusters of amaltas -
my several hundred suns
Scattered across the bylanes
that I had abandoned.
Clouds of dust and smoke
Suspended on the highways
Homeless and unwanted
The new walls of my home.

Monday, February 12, 2018

The Impossibility of Being

What does one do of sorrow
The one that sits heavy on the heart
Cries rivers every night
And never lets the past depart.

What does one do with tears
That flow at every touch
Like there is an endless reserve
Even when there isn't much.

What does one do with hope
The flame that dies every day
Only to burn itself
Into the soul turned gray.