Image Credits: Marc Sendra Martorell

Must’ve been the ageless sky
Invisible, but always seen
Some faith, some fly
Would’ve known elsewhere
From sphere to spheres
Cast in ink and processors
Stories of those who travel
At home or on road
Never though on hold
What then could magic respell
If only trust did it seek
Forever so has been
That word each our breaths keep
In a heart full of secrets
Throbs to let it all out
A circle of life, if you will
Mysteries lie forgotten
A bed of roses, with wine
Found in luxury as well
Imitated in systems true
That must again in trust realize
Colours onto transparent glass…
How can I then separate?
Matters from space
Once, from another story
Lines of thought as such
Some pass through, others fail
When colourless self I sensed
All light makes through and out
In tasteful flavours but bent
None green better than red
Atmosphere, Atmosphere
Then another self I felt
Transparent, Transparent
We’d never see each other again
Not here, nor there, Not anywhere
Nor believe, Nor trust
For bodies sensed once
Divided forlorn in minds
Those who wished to own
Rivers down mountains
And warmer cheeks
Land, waters, trees
Rising always to skies
Steam out our cries.




Enclosure sudden, well-shaped
Calm and shine slain
Humble ideas among minds
Those anchored often sail
Flawed judgements
Made arrangements
Yet off the shore
Rickety frames
Held in bodies quiet
Unstoppable our conquest
Dreamy our shadows
Left enough pages said
Out the windows
A vision, mostly decorated
Of greater purpose
And meaningful repose
When in centuries recorded
From difference to difference
Within changes most certain
Me unto myself
And the other way round
Clocks another hour
As season do swing
In numbers forgotten homeward
Where stages another act
That had the first impression made
Solemn words then touch
For deeper still in all focus
Laughter for fools
Lower somewhere, perhaps pleasure
Pain the most noble
Always undress, moons to perfume
And rivers to tears
Such alchemy most respected
Sacrifice, yet a voice mustered
How well the world blame
Your tone’s too rich
Might promise enough fame
To have your candles
In midnight carnal voids ignited
And guaranteed sharper minds
To the accident let us please sing…



Clear pictures of dense smoke
Risen again to find frames
Abundant captures, yet few surface
Of desires lone to grasp
On the hill, walks adjust
Each as a sleeping shadow
Woken afresh to light
Celestial wanderers in shape
Roads upon which we tread
Step by step towards wonder
Has halted paces once again
For the brightest wanderer shines
Farewell those lips of cotton
That swept mine as polished
Departure, most then recall
How gathered pieces apart fall
When stars together collide
Mostly a flame, forever alone
Of twos to one, yet alone
Thus spreads fire perfume
At dust the recollection
Hues in the skies
Burnt pieces to ashes
Smokes arranged on forehead
Aging old and wise
To breathe in content
Few hours to midnight.


Miss Tree

On a callous blue moon
Where skies often fume
Reads a legend in daze
Away from lifeless haze
Often so long as eyes fix
This one spot in clouded mix
And dreams often form
All around as petals often sing
Of wonders in the honey bee
Trespasser certain, but wins
Devotion collected among some tree
Matterless sipped warmth in ginger honey
As if our own remedy
Fortune then favoured a receding tale
Empty costumes could tell
How in bodies comfort they seek
When left alone to speak
Figures then the cast unknown
Silent chapters behind the written
Of the moon in the sky
Deceiving the son lie
To a glory that has our light made
In visions when dreams now fail
Folds back to the cold
Closed and bold
Present in swift…



At her ease, the winter breeze
Rolls down slopes in blank
Lost hopes of melancholy
The joy in apt numbers
Shapeless as spirits sung
Until horrid that sudden cease

Had once of mourn informed
The knell from a churchyard
But unannounced and uncharted
Swift in her movement as dream
Fell upon, this moonlit night
As in her arms, I’d forever swell
Would have wished a conspiracy instead
For eyes sufficient quick to spot surmise
Endless gazes and factors redress
Left alone, but the hollow in spite
What happened? Where’s home?
Yonder I see what has come to be
Of boundless white seventh sea
Liberated from lively niche
Among starts another dream
Always had but the knell awaited
One hearty senseless strike
At forehead in waking sleep
To exude all radiant life
Then at this instance
Of perfect resurgence
Most hang by rope
Jump, shoot, or drink
Honourable perhaps
The last of wishes granted
Two hands swallow life.

Unkind, constricting, unbiased
Leaves nothing behind
Neither ashes, nor dust
Such of life in death bask.
What then could mystery be?
If not alive in death’s glory.
What then our purpose be?
If not death to life’s history.

Never again has then sought to be
Than total knowledge gypsy
Swinging through waves
Dancing among curtains
And wine moulds in yours to mine
Lips among most certain.



Warm in the Woods

Image Credits> Joshua Newton

An honour it is, nothing less
To have on crossed paths
The drink in fire taste
Your lips how they’d remind
Of truth in pleasure sink
To melodies in colours sing
Stars among skies shine
Of endless joys and country spring
How I’d stumble on crystal sacred
Hours and hours of unbroken gaze
Perhaps times in due credit
Wished in terms never more
Where to ashes until this day
Sparks attended in my eye
That had all fuel unburnt let go
Blank sheets and pains in wait
Where a picture of browns emerged
In solemn shades perhaps unsaid
A little while longer
To have the moment relate
Where vibes develop in tribe
Fire beneath clouded sky
My mate’s fast asleep
Yet somewhere legends speak
Of this ballet in hoods
As it folds afresh
Holding waters within…



To have walked a thousand miles
Enough on averages seek
Mild delusions and sacred fears
Glory cast on conscious racks
Filled in direction one and none
All have a tale to tell
Outside the confines, if you will
Eyes and wine all shine
On nights when clouded
Empty hearts in blood drenched
Draw more power
Every inch of recorded time
Methods always question
About cartographic happiness
In a wold made of silk
Where are you going?
May I come along?
Sure, warmer nonetheless
Evenings our food share
Nights next to you
And mornings together begin
Where skies the earth kiss
Celebrated finitude
As two lines meet
Shades then painted skies
With darkness fallen below
Soon we falter in lights sing
In fading echoes, stars rhyme
Helped by methods aged
Straight intentions speak
With yours lips to mine
But let this earth so conceived
A ball with skies all around
Even other bodies
Then a man on brighter of his days
Had dreams so shaped
That each a stride, pictures speak
Behind which realities fade
Into lines drawn on endless skies
His division all around
Morals read mostly confused
Afraid and nervous all the more
Like one with glands sweaty
Convex bodies and tongues crafty
What am I supposed to do?
There’s no space to express
A dear one forever limits
Rest lost in coherencies
Of the divided tribe
Music enough to survive
All lone in lined streets
Filled with stars again
Yonder two bodies sing
To each other in harmony
And the skies around still holding
This ball in faith
This ball of hate
Far beyond universal conceptions
Of division and abstraction
Our noses reality inhale
All lines within…



From sudden a frail echo
Of the voice in scent once known
Forlorn in heavens speaker roar
As they sat silent in stools made
Finest hairs and glasses fair
Towards sanitised a cultural remain
Of once this scent in woods known
Songs of mist and desire
Lost eternal in speeches
Fire below as curtains stare
For outside our forest blaze
In chapters now tread
One after the other my call
To witness another ear
As the heart might skip a beat
To your eyeless twitch breeze
Then foremost beauty I hold
To speak in devil’s name
My body to its share
Divided in tongues
That often in wines drench
Dancing to the air in a cave
And truth be told before fire
That my chalice forever empty
Full of nothing, always overflow
Down the mountains, waterfalls as such
Lagoons soaked in handkerchiefs
Resonates peace all over again
Then finest a glory shaped today
Folding arms to arms again
None but spirits resume
The fire born now
In a richer perfume…




Been too far out,
Among desires of thin air
Some tools and sole body spare
By your grace alone, nobody stare
Often a climb in some words echo
Wonders to images azure
All which in quiet diffuse
As in slumber she lay
I was born inside her
Forever lost among skies
To find myself in highs
For each a breath humble
Silent seeded inside
Comes out as smoke
Rhythm in aid stride
Wishes to engage
And rebel freely at times
Fastest to think
And slowest to move
Infinite this juggle.
Then as first light she spread
Flashed the mountain gaze
In white all clad
To hunger impatient eyes fall
Whiteness the narrative depart
Speeding down the mountain
Into depths of cold obscurity
Leaving soul this body spare
Where I considered her eyes
And heard a pull loud
Uncharted then we moved
Thus, mentor and I
To her shoulder and higher
Reaching for the temple
Where that private affair
To kiss and disappear
Finding echoes again.




Escape into words, all humble sin
Know my nature breathe within
Where mist in snow immaculate blend
Wonder to ponder each useless sing
Tales from open mouth trends
Which on heavy airs feed
Scuffle in their own narrative
For fairness forms thinnest of ease
To walk then the uncomprehended seam
As rhyme fades into whitened verse
To pleasure rhythm from whisker beast
Inside a cage sole wisdom speak
Heard often when legs scream
Idols of warm luxury
Hardened in silent breaks
As her lips on mine lay
Welcoming prudent embrace
Proud her evening mountain face
Worn on a golden collar
Has mine ashes shape
Into drapes firmly about
Bent from the neck then
Toes tap in thirty paces
Ever onward to her beat
The whiskered beast rejoice
In songs that of stars shine
Truth in hearts can find
To shake dreams off lies
Way in which we abide…