With my silent sloppy words, A web of form-meanings I wave. With my fragile mortal fingers, A shadow of you I create. Caught in my own world, Of spoken & unspoken, dreams, thoughts… Lost in my imagination, Forgetting I made it up all… I- a curated collection, Of misplace pasts, possible…

I wish my name to be engraved … Not in stone but in the hearts of men, The souls of those creatures that I know And those that will soon come to be. I wish my name to be remembered, Not with fear but with love. By those that do not know me, And those who know who I was. I wish my name to be spoken. Not in shouts but whispers… By those who abandon their names, And look for another mirror. My name cannot be spoken,

The modern man has access to previously unimaginable amounts of information, but we cannot say he is well informed. The modern man has access to a vast amount of knowledge; however, we cannot say that he is wise. …

Aeons I searched for my Beloved, In the solitude of Siani. Centuries I called the names, Oceans my eyes wept… When my voice left me, My hands and feet too heavy, I stopped summoning the old God. I put on a cloth of darkness, Wondered aimless in eternal night. Between…

Case study: pancakes — The smell of burned sugar slipped through the house. My mouth started watering. In a trance, I would see myself opening the kitchen door. My face hit by the delicious heat inside. Bowls, floor, and cracked eggs spread through the buffet. In a corner, under the pale yellowish light, my…

“Now, here, you see, it takes all the running you can do, to keep it in the same place.”- Lewis Carroll (Through the looking glass) Here you can either be a businessman or a philosopher. A businessman would see it as: keep running, and you better be fast. …

Only the masochists follow their heart, For even a kiss can tear it apart. A late kiss in the middle of the night, Followed by an absent tomorrow, A long kiss from your sweetheart, But not to you, it was meant for another one. A kiss offered without love, A blizzard inside your soul. The absence of a kiss, After a long walk. A kiss on the forehead, It melts your heart. A last kiss… Goodbye.

Summon the skys and shudder the mountains

It’s hidden in your pocket, the silver key to the mirror world What are your fingers hunger for? A gentle touch or passionate love… Maybe, you want something different, I can hear a stronger roar. You want no lust, but a scent deeper, You wish to belong… A stone to…