Blue patch

When I say I want you
I see a color
in the sky

It used to be blue

Like the invisible curl
of a smile
becoming the sky

then I look at it

There are landsapes and eons in it

then I forget about it

In the full joy of
memory of


Mantra of Love: “Old Woman”

A shared word

in the minds pure

of shared hearts 

of two

is a Mantra

that connects 

the two minds to one


and simultaneously

so that all minds shall rise

through their silent chanting

of their mantra 

which is only known by them as a sound

Listen to Mantra of Love “Old Woman” by User 129782764 #np on #SoundCloud

the last day

it’s my last day
it’s your last day
it’s his last day
it’s her last day
it’s our last day
a day a hundred day
99 th of which has already been

it’s my last day
it’s your last day
it’s his last day
it’s her last day
it’s our last day
a day a hundred day
one left already pending

it’s my last day
it’s your last day
it’s his last day
it’s her last day
it’s our last day
and still a day
but now even
less than a day
and still a day

it’s my last day
it’s your last day
it’s his last day
it’s her last day
it’s our last day
a day which has never been
so much of a day!

Keep it like a Jewel


like a jewel – ink and pencil on paper – 21×29,7 cm

Like jewels he said
I kept these last two
like jewels

The unchanging gift
of the grandeur tree


through the
unchanging change
of the seasons…

in the garden of tales

with Roses
A cherry tree
An owl
A weasel
A pomegranate tree
A well
A frog
An apple and a plum tree
A snake and an urchin
And the peculiar birds in a row:
A laughing bird
A singing bird
A napping bird
A rushing bird and
A guarding bird
The last one also
gives them many changing tasks
using verbs
and they become many
also disappear sometimes
as if there hasn’t been any

And of course
The bees!
Spiders too
strange insects too

A cat passes
not always!
changing its shape and color
each time it passes
I know
it is the cat

Sometimes people visit
Not always

changing the place
of the fireplace
by the season
from outsides
to insides and then again
from insides to outsides

And an an orphan dog
abandoned there
by one of such people
that he trusted
and if there would be a chance
He would trust again

He is always there nowadays
Alone mostly
in my shadow

and Only he knows
where I have been hiding

In the shadows of the shadows

which also stays

Even though
Leaves change
Branches change
Creatures change

will stay
As long as he is there
Looking for love

cause My shadow
made of
a heart
of dreaming him like a jewel 
from beyond a far far Land –


Our secret is your secret
Our secret is my secret
your secret and my secret is
Our secret


notes: I heard the story of the dog from my sister. It saddened me . Hoping the light of this poem will bring love and warmth to this lonely dog far far away and it will and it does.

Such is our lives hiding at times in a shadow of words coming from limited knowledge that can bind us until we liberate by seeing  the truth within , the light within, the only light and convert that source of bondage to a source of liberation.

Hocus Pocus

You and I

between the two streams
of breathe
which in reality
by simultaneity
at an absolution

…. four letters for you
….. five letters for me
….. five letters for you
…. four letters for me

says the hangman concurrently!

but in truth
this shall be
a place
without a search
of such futile words


we are not perfect if are perfectionists
and yet we still are what we shall just be
such is all letter equaling to one sound

there is this gap
made of flowing lines
which we call


‘imagine’ is a space
of compassion
that we allow to be
that we let ourselves in
and surrender
take shelter
for a while


for a while

of lifetime…?

then that
‘maybe a while’
lingers again – no?


it dissolves

at some …

its’ cause
to its effect

not too bad
it’s all acceptable
of course

let us sing
in Flashy letters
‘Who Cares!’

‘Who Cares’ …is the man!

do we have a choice?

Don’t we?

A black hole
is a time gap
that manifests itself
as space

it happens while
we –
the two lovers
the gatekeepers
of endless cycles-
the full moon
the new moon

– peel inversely
the skin of an orange ~as if~
in equally opposite directions

two right circular cones
balance each other
apex to apex
and turn uni/verse/s
and ~as if~ coming from a different source
while the orange has always been the same

for now
I throw my magic ball just
to the web of games
collect mind litter
which I filter
in the lab of dreams
to distill glittery
fairy powder

and what that does?

imagine just
you have all the time
don’t you?

but OK!
we shall meet ‘someday’
‘someday’ in your terms of course
yeah someday
we shall meet ‘somewhere’
‘somewhere’ in your terms of course
only for the rhyme
yeah only for the rhyme
cause there really is neither a day nor a where

when locus equals focus


Rat ta ra tar ra

Each time I hear
Chanson D’amour
I sing along  je t’adore
It’s deluging downpour
here in my heart encore
Every time I hear
Chanson, chanson, d’amour

inspired by and dedicated to Manhattan Transfer – Chanson D’amour

it’s based on my true story every time getting soaked on the bike with this song in my mind (actually headphones :D)

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Rhyming I-s

Oh why do you complain so ignorantly
Oh why do you agonize so self adoringly
Oh why do you hide behind your
my -s  – cries -ties  -chimes
-spies  -guise  -why-s -hives
theorize and disguise
with vain big eyes and lip bites

why don’t you instead
and surrender just
to neutralize

so that
you can
and fly
to skies
and glorify
and get their blessings
to ionize
don’t you know yet
all elevated beings
use their wings
to alter
dimension just
while  I
and womanize
for you
so that
as we energize
our vaporized
do carbonize
that will stabilize
unionize and re-rhapsodize
the universe
with our
glorious lullabies