feelings, water,
lots of water,
the blue paint of
that sky out there
can you see?
the clouds
forming and
dissipating
patterns forming
and diverging
my heart is
an ever changing
sculpture
made of soft threads
woven yet free
to fall apart
everything
outside
touches me inside
and hence the paradox
that i have a volatile heart
like smoke trapped
between ribs
i am a ghost breathing
in suffocating thoughts
drinking the black of nights
consuming poems
endlessly reigning
in this part of the universe
which i call my own
in this heart is
a love that spills
every now and then
i sense a beautiful heart
be it a child
be it an old someone
all i need to know
is their heart
and that’s enough for me
to love them
from in here
i can send out gifts
precious and memorable
inside is a yearning too
of a perfect love
but that’s impossible says
my mind
yet hope never dies
all discouraging things
i find like a phase
and this too shall pass
life will change
like it always had
family, yes,
their love keeps me together
saves me from
a painful destruction
which i cannot predict
in my wildest dreams
for i am raw inside
raw like the ocean sand
nothing traps me
nobody wants me
i live by the sea
kissing her
eternally
making love to the creatures
who walk upon me
and keeping them in me
as footprints
their autographs
on my heart
safe forever
inside this heart
is a story forming
as i pass my days
beneath the sky
i live like everyone
yet i live like no one
ever did…

:)

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