I’ll See You…

I’ll see you, I smile I’ve got bags to pack. I leave tomorrow, to meet newer places and people, I may or may not see again. I’ll see you. Though, would I? I’ll see you and maybe we’ll take that trip we talked about. Or you’ll lead me on the unmarked trail that’s the best…

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…

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…

Alleys Unnamed

Dim lit spaces, off brimming streets Rosewood, beer and stories unsaid, A fleeting glance back, and a page ahead Were heard the whispers, of alleys unnamed. Silhouettes at the window, under boards unmarked Dreams and doubts, quietened for shame The mirage of a world, under the city’s veil That was born, and breathed in alleys…