Today

  I have better things to do – assignments, errands, the gym and more. There’s always ‘stuff’ to do. And this seems like a bad idea anyway. But you know what? Not today. Today, let’s go and feel the rain. Today there’s no rush to go home when the sun sets. Today, there’s someone to…

Getting out that door…

I woke up to yesterday this morning, The sun unwelcome, muscles sore. The emptiness haunting, of everything around, The colours, the music, the morning dull, In which pleasure I once found.   I had lost what was at hand, And gone again too far this time. Was led astray by a falling star, That I…

Raising a storm…

Picking up a pen layered with dust, That settled over raging dreams and thirst The thoughts feel like scattered stock, The stories rubble, I realize.   Yet after all the time that passed, Now seems the time, to write those lines.   The raging dreams, now a quiet sea In the depths of which can…

Shedding Skin…

I move, A day into the next, A month into the next, A year, into the next. Shedding skin. Not half the man I was. Traded – For the infinite possibility of who I could’ve been. An empty thunder echoing the past. Of broken bridges built to last. I am just a fragment of who…

Until Tomorrow…

A gleam of light over shadow cast, Like a mirror of hope held against the past And with wilful neglect is a wanting born To hold once more the moments gone Taking a moment out for disregard, For lessons forgotten and remaining scars Like breaking a charming spell cast – What the heart holds onto…

“You can go all your life collecting days, and none will outweigh the one you wish you had back” This is the first time I’ve attempted a poem in French.. Nostalgie. To all the beautiful relations that touch our lives, and loves we refuse to let go of… Followed by an English translation of the same, hoping…

Found… And Lost.

A dream found, a story starts And every moment plays its part Now looking back on the naïve past To know the present wasn’t to last. A truth found, a trust lost The innocence that faded to pay the cost A home found, a mother lost Where the child once wandered was but a palace…