The sun shines too bright
On my latent dreams
The day doesn’t pass
And the night doesn’t come
I wish, sometimes
I could throw stones at the Sun
And splinter it
like it worked with the streetlights.
It doesn’t work that way, does it?
(Featured Image- Night Light Street by Casoni Ibolya)
I pray you,
To kill me once every night
Just as I am about to sleep.
Use the blanket as your arm
Clothesline me on my pillow
Catheterize me of yesterday.
Make everyday of my life, a new life.
Dear! I have to go,
Somewhere I haven’t been,
Where? You may ask!
Where? I don’t know.
I have to do something,
Something I haven’t done
What? You may ask.
What? I don’t know.
I want to love
Someone I haven’t met
Whom? You may ask
Whom? I don’t know.
I want to live before I die
Alas! I haven’t yet
How? You may ask
How? I don’t know.
I want to die once I know
Enough I must know
When? You may ask
When? I don’t know.
Why? You may ask
Because you don’t know,
Oh but I do know!
Oh but I do know!
Don’t leave me just yet,
Stay for a while,
let me be lost,
enchanted by the magic
that I still see in you.
Allow me to love you madly,
to bite you, scratch you,
to omit the difference,
between the blood and rouge on your cheeks.
I want you to forget about your beauty,
I want you to hate the mirror.
Why can’t you just love me,
Unhinged, unreal, as I am?
We will be gentle to each other,
We walk around in circles,
Trying to keep up with our roads
There are no trees, no sacred fire,
no holy hymns, no vows waiting to be taken.
We have not committed to anyone, anything
Sincerely, there is no promise made,
between ourselves either.
We are happy this way,
On our different roads,
keeping an eye on one another,
finding collision points,
The road back home is well known
Unlike the one ahead of me
The horizons are familiar
Contrasting the ones yet to see
The road back home greets me with smile
Every time I step onto it
Much to the dismay of the darkness ahead
The streets are always well lit
The road back home is full of scars
But my valor is what they showcase
The infidelity of the future succumbs
To the exhibition of these medals I possess
The road back home gives me nerve
To look into the eyes of the unknown
To walk past the fires and the bergs of ice
Which my path shall be prone
The road back home defines the legacy I shall leave
A record the moment of end shall see
When my soul shall decide to forsake my being
I shall sleep with pride glory and glee…