Freedom

The distances in my native city

Have become dearer by cab or auto

All the rains in the world cannot wash

Away its dust or its ancient history

One remembers more than one wants to

The river and time flow only one way

To look back at the past is easy when

The heart knows that it won't be beating

For too long now given the life expectancy

One wants to shout 'here I am' as the haunts

Go past the suncreened vehicle's window

There is no desire to stop and reconnect

The distances have grown in my native city

The dark goddess is farther away than last time

One can thank her only for the void

One has reached after a lifelong journey ----

This void that could be emptiness or fullness or freedom.

Another day

The July evening after the rain

Is bathed in a blue incandescence

Before the lingering light gives way 

To the relative darkness of the city night

The imminent death of another day 

That will never come back but leave us

Another step closer to our last day or night

Cannot be looked at without a sense of loss.

When was time our ally that we ever went

To sleep, looking forward to the next day

When our hungers were sure to be sated

And we would take a step closer to the dream

That we told no one lest it did not come true?

What we have

In the past 

There was tomorrow

Today there is only the past.

....

Unrequited

The kuyil sleepless with love

Keeps singing through the night

The other only wants to hear him sing

....

Silence

Around him all the time

Words dancing like sirens

Wanting to break his silence