My sister, daughter of my mother Your journey was too fast And we know you to be generally calm For when you have set the pots on fire, You did not wait to eat the meal For I see your banker in the banking hall Yet your account is empty Your engineer I see still […]

What words can be used to define beauty? I know so well, what unfolds has insight, therefore what is buried down cannot die. The one they call inner is like the sun, shining through the skin, heart and on the lips. Poor words to describe such an adjective, a sky above us where rain must […]

Of love that is in my water you shall never put out this fire… This fire as a stone burning where my heart is, you! Home, a good intention with familiar walls, you shall always have curtain shot of cunt. Curse words of goodbyeー Nostalgia to the dead. Nothing shall fill this hole buried after […]

An egg, turns into a caterpillar and then a butterfly because of change. The vow, to remain the same may seem safe. But, nothing kills faster than choosing to be still. Yeni

I am the embodiment of love The sum total of every emotion Ever planted in man. I am the sum total of the pain of my people The anguish stomached In the womb of a nation The poems I write Are pain killers I take them in doses And overdose Numbing the pain That may […]

This is odd! To compare gender to a man Or a woman that is flawed Is like describing God to a pagan. Water on stone is in vain. The nanny drenches in extra time, The farmer farms in the rain Irrespective of the clime. A boy grows up to become a slut. A girl is […]

If you look for me on this side, Through a teary glass Wearing binoculars that can bore through the eye of the gods, I’m well hid. If you look again through the layers, I will unfold. For in the multitude of our acts is revealed. Hope, believe and faith And even if we are not […]

If love were only a figure of speech, I would agree. It would mean pain and love at the same time, at least to me. The opposite is a knife to my back from everyday, a form, like an overdose of loving given away. But love is just a figure that we see and wish […]

See how the silhouette of happy stands with open eyes. Shadows of the days we have forgiven, we can’t despise. Memorabilia opens her heart to welcome us. Mercy may never motion to hatred to catch a bus. This is the trouble with starting over; we clear the dust. Ask the rain to wash the sting […]

Your shoes are big Bigger than my feet can fit I’m still mixing the clay I’m still moulding my heart Just so it is large enough For you to live in it The clay broke again And though I knead it carefully The master stoke may not be enough But for whatever it’s worth You […]