The World

This is a man/woman world,
So, what are you doing here?
Who sent you,
And how dare you fly on your own,
With a full pair of wings?
This is a somebody/somebody world,
So what are you doing here?
Did man/woman ones send you
And how dare you think it doesn’t matter
When it means everything?
– February 14th and November 15th, 2015

Nothing to do Read on


The strangest stamp in one’s passport.
The strangest page in the other’s diary.
Golden crops none of them will harvest.
Horizon of the most sinister slavery.
There goes your precious slave to the system.
They said it wasn’t that way and they won’t listen.
Nothing changed
That very day.
Nothing changed,
Except for it all
“Poor little yous and your poor little wars!”
Is all they Read on


Wake me up with buzzing flies
Have me smile until the day dies
I have been numb all these years
And I really, really need to laugh.
I missed you so much
I just could not face you
When I was bitter and sad
When I was broken and bad
When I had no other dreams left.
Rock me to sleep in your arms
To Read on

That Time You Could Not Be

Remember that time you could not walk?
Remember that time you could not see?
I think of them fondly in some way.
Remember that time with my friend at KFC?
Remember that time you didn’t know.
I wish for more of those, every day.
The one I don’t want to think of
Is that time you could not be,
That time you could Read on

I Used to Think It Was the Moon

Floating in the seams of her dark blue robe.
Small, she is so much bigger on the inside.
When I dive far below, she’ll bring me up,
And I am aware I should no longer hide.
A rekindled thread of those who refused to die.
A little boost for the ones with no wings to fly.
And I used to think Read on

Three Broken Mirrors

Three broken mirrors without you.
The thought of you was painful,
You were in my dreams so often,
More than those I thought I loved.
And I would wake up to see
I was still in my bedroom.
Two broken mirrors of mine
And the one I shared like poison
Sacrificing myself for the one I love
Would anything have changed without that last Read on

Now I Am You!

Everything you used to be is now me
You are no more, you are nothing
And this is how it was meant to ne.
For god’s sake,
You are still alive
And you re-claimed a dead body too
You are no different from me.
You are an impostor, like me.
You bought your freedom
And met some more doom
Because, you see,
When you’re set Read on

She Was My Heroine

I forbid you to cry
I forbid you to love
I forbid you dreams.
I forbid you to talk
I forbid you to look
You’re lesser than me.
You are so young
You are not pretty
You are second class.
You risk so much
You dream Read on


My name
My fault
My middle initial
My fault
My year of birth
My fault
My tentative birth date
My fault
My actual birth date
My fault
My eye colour
My fault
My city of birth
My fault
The languages I speak
My fault
My major
My fault
My hobbies
My fault
Not a pretty girl
My fault
Not wanting to be one
My fault
Not cooperative
My fault
Dressing the way I do
My fault
My temperament
My fault
My fault
Just standing there
My fault
Hitting Read on

He Calls Me Yugoslavia

He calls me Yugoslavia,
Asks for my name each time.
He likes my blue hat
And I watch the chicken spin.
I’m away from his Galaxy
On my thoughtful spot
I’m roaming through pebbles
Searching for what I am not.
I’m staring at the wooden chairs
Wondering why they are wooden.
The horizon seems so far away.
I keep my pebbles in a plastic box.
I hear Read on