This is the land I stepped out of.
Where beauty slept through wars
And the red Earth
paraded a golden Sun
and at night, 
the shadows only came
out for the moon.

Fishing nets
fenced off the
deep ocean blue
whilst-
pirate parrots
stole dried red chillies
and twigs of palm trees shooed.

This is the land I stepped out of;
The only sound to silence
those coconuts 
breaking
against the temple floors
were the Kfir jets parade—
I wish I never seen soar.

Playground

Take me back to that moment when I lost count of how
many pebbles I plucked out of my socks and rolled them 
against the welcome mat.

Dusty foot and marble floors;
sweeping playground dirt under
sofa set shores; 
sweat smelled sweeter under hardwork.

We were six stories high when someone pulled that fire-alarm.
No one named names and  no one flinched an arm.

There was a moment when I used to measure how much I’ve grown
by the amount of jumps I needed
 before I reached the monkey bars.

Tell me, when did we grow over slides
and slid under life?

Wildfire

stares, heavy
in vapours,
eyes
 wander.

27 nights
of
anaerobic 
desire 

72 hours
and
none the
wiser

Do you feel it?
the heart,
the beat -
this   -wildfire

caught,
caged -
laced
in
your breath

trapped?
trapped!
trapped.

A castle
Inside the heart
And a mind
Full of
Shores

Spring, I hope
You would stay
If summer
takes you
I’d pay
a thousand
Winters
for another day

These streets
sewn with breaths-
heavy,
they’re hardly felt
they seep
where the
heart melts.

Eyes widen
to 
deeper shades-
hands gesture
and the shadows stay.

The mind intends
and the lips indent;
thunder and rain,
caught on 
cotton  sweats- -

skin tightens
and
nothing
seems 
further away.

The past has
taken
me
under.

like the glimpse
of summer
in winter

Sweet cherry
quiet blossoms
My heart
for those joys I have

yet to fathom

Summer breeze
and these goosebumps
grasp them

Slumbering eyelids
grab hold the horizon
to blanket

The mind transcends
and the world is limitless.

Solitaire

lungs into breath; 
together,
A life is felt.

The most
lived experiences-
kept in silence;

Sweet subtle glance
sweat through cotton-and
eyelids dance

Solitaire,
below the 95 windows 
hovering
over 
the downtown choir. 

concrete slabs
like goosebumps
peak over this
Earth’s crust. 

Lungs into breath.
A life is felt.

Clouds burst 
and drizzles
double dribble
a foul wink
across the traffic cleft.