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.



To name a few…

Eight paragraphs beyond
Upon a moonlit night
Dawns fresh light of trust
To make believe eyes as just
Then rose warmth somewhere
To air lit as fire remain
Always receding escaping breaths
Then thought must’ve been room better
For spaces divided, charter first
But fortune! O sodden!
The air to bring me life
Unasked, yet granted
Flourishes and blooms
From forests to oceans
All brilliant and diverse.
Happiest then we still hold
Possible worlds we negate
Through the window every time
A room of thought
And the air of life
Holding hands in narrow lanes
Where spirits condense
Circle around in blue and pale
Stars silver shine among
Hair and hair of endless decay
Gentle greens behind shy
As heavens perfume cry
For the air had to leave
Cast somehow
Light on departed coal…





Come again a second time,
All frothy and confused,
In mosaics of fumed flurry
And deceitful luxury,
Together on a high secluded
Asunder and enough to repair,
My sweet delusions of spirit
Diseased and registered that hospital page
Mirrored on my wall of delight
Endlessly subjugating mysterious matters,
Then the rest always confronted
In shadows of magical odyssey
Beneath that each echo fade
Empties a disgust sodden name
Every notion dying to explain
The power of universe in one
And the channels all true already floating
Help the child! Aid enough to grow.

Slipping morning crimson
Slates a merry shade
The forgotten warmth,
In winters play…

Sparks of life a sinuous page,
And adrenaline rush to foster
All decades on the mountain sky.
A freshly wrapped human
In loathsome fantasy of shiny markets
Blinded in knowledge supremacy
The dearest of causes
The cherry lust in cage
Honey in amaze
Then the life lived well emits:
Iron figures decorated in rain
Birds all sit and shatter
Less do they care?
Whose world whose life?
The bountiful rust, who do I trust?



Hasty millennium branches,
Momentous shining lay finery,
Towering echoes numb,
Mists play and rainbows drenched,
In clouds full of sadness,
Behind the eye,
Oozed to rain,
Used to bleed,
Companies of my treasurous run…

Gust, to my utter lust,
Profoundly as just,
Much like a wonder again,
Casting and deforming,
Icy, the slayed,
And flakes soft, the nibble,
Cats and mice,
Dogs and dollars,
Joining the parade,
I planned to read,
A sentence of whimsical joy,
Perhaps the admirable beauty,
Broken and destroyed,
My wheel in narrow lane,
Walking tensed,
Streets empty, cold men,
Hotter women and the rest,
Disgustipated, torn,
Broken, I close my eyes!

Confronted on a weekly ling,
Wander to the sing,
Perfumed glory,
Tweaked injuries,
And the third one,
Mystical refineries,
The oil’s my soul,
Lamb the body,
Burn now, burn quick,
For the fire I longed to see, is me!

Where’s your magic now?
Dead already?
I see, you have a word,
I have the cord,
Stung in completeness,
Nurtured in boils,
Fiery eyes,
Endless ties,
But See the burn,
The apt churn!
Today and always,
Hence, your creations,
Discarded my legions.
It burns, you see it shine,
The son walks home,
Ample a day in darkness,
For your soul seek,
Then let it be the trust,
Until I see you rust!