Lost and Found


Lost and Found


I wish not to cross the line of no return,

a lost and found full of never found

lives that someone loved but left forgotten.

Let me stay near these weaken dreams

that keep my heart beating, I am bound

to one day swim far into the ocean

if I find myself in the lost and found

with no hope for someone to remind me

 who I was before crossing the line-



Like Water and Air


Like Water and Air


My roots grow,

but I want to be water and just flow

on this winter-less place where in time

I can find my own way and alone

free to roam, free to take what is mine

and of all that I was leaving traces –

It’s so hard to break loose

once the roots taking hold

pulls me back close to home-

But I want to be air and just float

above mountain-less places

and forget there is a noose

getting ready to snap on my time

and steal dreams of being rootless,

like the water that flows unprepared

living moment to moment

while I blow far away like the air-


“Reality doesn’t impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another. No more walls.”

― Anaïs Nin, Incest: From a Journal of Love

It Rises


It Rises


I push but it rises

through the cracks left open in a haste

to forget how it taste.

And alive it won’t change

but regress to the time of my death

when again I must die

to survive-

And for now let it be

it is easier this way when I’m old

and I push but it rises

through the cracks in my soul-


“The human race tends to remember the abuses to which it has been subjected rather than the endearments. What’s left of kisses? Wounds, however, leave scars.”

― Bertolt Brecht






It does not matter

where I rest my bones

ashes over water

in old places left

with a taste of earth

and bound to return-

It does not matter

if a name on stones

to remember birth,

nothing left to hold

but the dusty ashes

lost amid the grasses

and persistent vines.

It does not matter

if I’m going to be

under tallest pines

nearest to the sea-


“Life is for the living.

Death is for the dead.

Let life be like music.

And death a note unsaid.”

― Langston Hughes, The Collected Poems