After my father died I became jealous of every unorphaned child who held thecalloused arm of her dad in one hand and tucked the other in her mouth like alollipop in familiar footpaths and leisurely streets and smiled at me, mockingmy blank face. I wanted to hide forever from the world. I effaced ants andfireflies... Continue Reading →
A river flows from my eyes every nightand the moss settled on the banksmakes the myopia of mythsThe world is hazy as if it ends in arm's lengththe river sets the limits to my worldThen my father appears and kindles the bedroomwith his haloI touch the braille of his rugged cheeksand move my fingers through his locksIt's the same... Continue Reading →
Pain is a seedwhich grows with timeand spreads its brown branchesover the bonesand sheds its leavesin the rivulets of bloodtill it exceeds the bodyand becomes a carapaceYou can come out of itListen to the cadence of heartbeatsthat croon a rhyme of revelrybehold the candle of the soulthat burns in you and throwsthe petals of flamesto... Continue Reading →
