Underneath my big umbrella

And just like that

Summer is over

Big clouds gather

And disassemble

Like the trees

Giant showers of sorrow

Waiting for tomorrow

To arouse

The spring in my step

..

..

Coeval ghosts

Among the crowd of hurried people

the one standing still

to notice

does not get noticed

but trampled

by passers by

who look the other way

ashamed to seem distinct

brushing

an untouchable

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Tea ritual

This is not a fragment

This is almost everything

This who I am,

Really am, right now

Utterly bare and completely me

Does that make this the final end?

Am I finished now?

Am I ready?

Actually, yes!

I am ready.

This is my Tea Ritual:

Sometimes you fall into perfect pieces 
when you abandon initial design

..

Popular titles that say nothing in saying it all

Unfinished is one of those

like

Broken

or Damaged

or Shadow

And how about

Night,

Darkness, even

Where the moon prays on the damned

But shouldn’t it be:

Damned be all,

if we are ever to overcome

such Tragedy

of being

just who we are

Foolish,

Destined

Mortals

Wearing our claims like a malady;

splendidly weary and trodden

A literary life

Or travesty?

..

A property of margins

From that tender spot of silence

I can move

Where I thought I was too bruised

I can wander now

Anywhere I want

And see my failure

As just a little flaw

No longer insurmountable, too raw

Very soon another scar

Turns me into whom I am

..

Parameters

If I could hold my breath

Indefinitely

If I could swim this ocean

Rapidly

If I could temper the waves

Gently

If I could dive for treasures

Conveniently

It is life, made easy

If I were the one

you need me to be

..

Fusion

Words can change, apparantly
Like: 
- mango

- mangle

- jumble

- tumble

- tangled up

Colours no longer determine sight

And familiar places need a map

to locate destination

Me? I am a beggar, suddenly

When even landmarks are broken

Is this the shortcut where I land?

..

Mirror

I never pulled the plug

I just stopped stirring the water

..

 

Afterthought

Every line has a self-destruct button

Hidden in a word

That doesn’t belong

..

Linger

O, the thought of taking that step

The actual thought

Of that step

Before it is executed

…

It is executed

..