spring brought the cherry blossoms,
my fairy godmother took me for a ride,
along the cosmic train,
into an abyss of atomic stairwells.

geometric constructs, upended themselves,
over a cascading fountain of illuminated beams.
watering towers, a turquoise blue,
white figures circling,
amongst themselves,
in a dance of creation.


our eyes met by the graveyard,
in an instance we knew the turbulence,
that would ensue,
all of our senses piqued –

we rode the morning metro,
with other lost kids of the town.
tumbling down the rabbit hole,
we arrived in a strange universe.
after hours conversations,
with our canine companions,
them youthful spirits eager for a taste of the,

he came with a pot of tea,
to keep everyone grounded.
in this reality.
the morning light shone through,
the small shutters that allowed zigzaggy rays to enter the foyer.

with one summon,
she stood up and left the cosy room.
where to next? through the portal, she asked?
what about the jacuzzi?
pleasantries exchanged,
let’s crack our souls open.


let’s forage in the wilderness,
the mountain is where they belong.
old kindred spirits,
they knew each other long before.
once upon a time,
in a different reality,
they were best friends.
who jumped from cliff to cliff,
and laughed at forest gnomes who made funny tricks.

they had all the time in the world.
what is two hours and twenty minutes,
when eternity held them both.
in a tender embrace,
a safe spot to rest her head,
with someone to share your deepest desires with.
magic slipped through their fingers,
long and slender,
they copulated in an alien form.
where threads of connection bind to each other,
in another dimension.

sliding down a bundle of neural mesh,
defying laws of physics,
their adventures took them to the garden of eden,
before we came to be ourselves,
before we came to inhabit this form.
and before coming back to our world,
they promised to stay in each others’ subconscious,
so that no one else can tear them apart.


she opened her eyes, she remembered closing them,
she remembered all of it.

ein jahr

365 days, 365 steps.

smashingly candid, foraging for candies.

words don’t mean anything,

when we relive the euphoria.

as we take to the streets, they chase us down.

but they will not beat us down.

we have youth in our blood,

we float high on cloud nine.

bohemianly dressed, they captured us.

in pictures. in frames.

in moments.


we poured our love in caskets,

ammunitions waited alongside.

but it started to rain –

and we no longer needed to fire away.

stretched into its final chapter,

we clung on to our bus seats, stuck with headphones,

unwilling to unplug.

a city of spy cakes, rickety waiters and sarcastic undertones,

echoed a ricochet of applause.

for we fell utterly in love with its complexity.


i miss you. i dig you, you on the other side.

simultaneously desiring to return.

upon your gaze.

and be lavished with some central european love.




this is dedicated to those who were there.

who witnessed a bygone era.

a dream.


dit moi

what are you afraid of darling?

don’t burn them bridges,

ignite yourself instead,

with the fire that you tried to cover.

can’t help that i’m so extreme.

swinging from one end to another,

i suddenly remember, such different days,

where i wore my heart on my sleeves,

and said, i love you, drenched and anxious.

letters of open hearts, led one to a foreign land.

parallel universes exist, but we’re meant to be,

exactly where we are standing right now.

right here, right on this spot that we’re occupying.

for there wouldn’t have been a field across the pond,

where we kissed those innocent days goodbye –

in frocks and words, surrounded by your guitar chords.

a new dawn came after those balmy summer nights.

stability calls for a shelter, the timing was perfect.

but did you start to feel trapped, by digging your own hole.

it went deeper and deeper, until we lost sight of the surface.

the pipes broke and all hell went loose –

concentrated energies targeted at the creation of a portal.

as the air got sucked in, one breath was left for seduction.

a slow and unexpected one, every single bit delicious.

and you were starting to think, this is part of growing up.

brother, this valuable lesson has taught me how to love myself.

miss independence entered the room, sparkles and dandy.

to give was the shot of the era, until he who had more to give arrived.

good fortune followed, but something was missing.

lack of commitment, lack of seriousness.

perhaps it’s for the best.

but then a tall glass of tenderly affection poured itself.

the melted ice are still hanging, while kindred spirits roam free.


parallel universes exist, but we’re meant to be,

exactly where we are standing right now.

right here, right on this spot that we’re occupying.

for there wouldn’t be a bright flickering light,

whispering “love is within you. always been there”.


dit moi, aren’t we blessed to be free?


Discover, Engage, Inspire. Freelance journalist who produce films//On a trek, in search of untold stories.