here, not there

she whispered for a space – here, and not there. He felt lucky to have chosen this bench instead of the other one.

here, not there - where she whispered for a space
she’d sat next to him – here, not there, kuoobiediaries

She saw him, 

just fast enough before his darting eyes;

came sprawling over her whole body, top-down.
At that first glance,

he thought he was lucky,

to have chosen this pew over the other one,

for it’s here that she’d whispered for a space;

he’d moved inwards,

a start of something beautiful;

here and not there.
He was struck,

not by her sweet perfume,

not the angelic smile either,

neither was it her hair,

but it all rounded up in her charm;

cast down through those evoking eyes.
Like spelled, he’d paused,

to have a longer look,

to a word he couldn’t understand;

written in those eyes.

Deep down he thought she wasn’t clueless,

of that message he hoped,

one day she’d tell more loudly,

here and not there.

bare feet, in wet

i do care for the weeds sticking cold on my skin; but for my bread i’ll stay.

i am up again;

the morning dew wets my feet,

sticking cold pollen on my skin.

i give no care for i am sunking-deep

into the garden soil.

tho soil is cold;

and the weeds are dripping wet.

my limbs limbs are now icy and tough.

i care to be bare-feet-frozen and wet;

but for a plate on my table i won’t rest.


jigs in a puzzle

just be, let the puzzle play out a shape. 🙂

Enough with the whining,
All are random jigs in a puzzle.
They fit, in coherence unknown to the world.
Just be.
The jigs in a puzzle will fit.

∴ ∴ ∴ ∴  ∴ ∴   ∴ ∴  ∴ ∴

I’m filling my jig pieces bit by bit, and soon my puzzle ’ll be done.
I won’t be in this rust ruts anymore; see the odds are against me but I’ve to challenge myself because I need to live my dream.
I have a vision.

drunken murmurs

so why shove me off the road and hen plunge into you grave? 🙂

At day time you shove me from a road, 
that was mine when the moon controlled my universe.
Tell the taxi driver and                                                                                                                                 the bellied men in the big cars Continue reading “drunken murmurs”


what do you expect me to say? 😕 nothing?!? 😛 😜


it’s nothing,
don’t mind taking it at heart.

just got a blank stare,
when i shoved you by the shoulder,
in the crowded street.

i didn’t say thankyou
when you passed that water,

did it all the same,
even minus me making a please,

and thought i stepped on your shoe lace,
saw you stumble in your foot,

said nothing,
for that’s just it – nothing.

don’t worry why it’s easy to write,
excuse me,
and thank you,
than making the syllables sound!

it’s just nothing, really.
the clock is just too fast for a pause.