Category Archives: pebbles and stones


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?


dear mr fantasy

i love you. i love you. i love you.

perhaps this is insignificant to you, but i don’t believe so.

you know those moments where we thought that you and i will never meet again?

well, you appeared in my thoughts today.

and we all know that thoughts don’t randomly appear.

so clearly, our narratives are not over.

and today, i felt like saying “i love you. i love you. i love you.”

you were much older. you attended the greatest university on planet earth.

and you were my first lover. first proper one anyway.

but boy oh boy, you had no idea.

let’s rewind this tape, i don’t want to forget –


he said, “there’s a party. come with me.”

so affirmative, so incredibly sexy on that bike of his.

red cups strewn across the floor, all these young minds gazed and lazed about.

way past midnight, way past curfew of this seventeen year old girl.

hell, there’s a first for everything, they say.

people started to leave, souls started to cry for companionship.

“another drink at mine?” he asked.

innocence was the card she held, adventure was the suit she wanted to play.

crossing that field, hearts began to race and they began to pace.

droplets of vodka, ubiquitous guitars in his room.

books and novels, stories and plans filled every single corner of this premise of love.

they lighted a joint, sang songs of sorrow.

the chemistry was palpable, the white noise became louder.

the oxygen became thinner, the space closed on them.

he leaned over for a kiss. she stopped him.

he leaned over again. this time, she didn’t stop him.

it was a night of amour, a night of unfinished business.

fast forward three weeks and a day, he called her after his trip.

she was at a concert, he was on his bike.

long nights fell upon them and she had to leave soon.

discussions varied, ideas exchanged; she could not resist any longer.

the next morning, they played his guitar together.

the emotions ran deep, his buddhist outlook fascinated her.

tall, unshaven; armed with a brilliant mind, compassionate soul.

have you ever felt those infinite moments? it was one of them then and there,

when they kissed goodbye, on the very field that initiated it all.

she left without a last look, without regret.

because those summer nights taught her something.

this life is only a fantasy.


tonight, dressed in an oriental sleeping gown,

you are once again on my mind.

it was not a lost love, it was pure love.

what we felt then and there was infinite.

“dear mister fantasy, play us a tune.”

and we did just that.


attention deficit disorder

so what if i smoke a little more than i should.

so what if i drink a bottle of prosecco and sing a little louder than i should.

so what if i jump around at 4am and be a little more disturbing than i should.

so what if i read a novel instead of these texts that i’m supposed to.

so what if i walk around without shoes and step on a little more dirt than i should.

so what if i stare at strangers and act a little more capricious than i should.

so what if i laugh and make fun of myself a little more than others would.

so what if i compliment a little more, complain a little less,

cry on my own, kick around, run around, poke around,

in circles, without a plan, a little out of control,

and popping it here and there, than i really, really should.

so what if i’m silent, detached, living in the clouds.

so what if i’m obnoxious, touchy-feely, demanding and pounding.

so what if i disappear, then reappear when you need me,

when you can’t see a way out, can’t find an answer.

let the answers drift. let the questions flow.

let your tears tell you what you really want.

let your smiles tell you you’re blessed.

let your fears urge you to try.

let your miles prove them wrong.


so what if i put things off only to find that when i come back to them,

i have a renewed sense of purpose and a pair of rainbow goggles.

walk away your doubts, cast away that wilson.

let them be free.

let them have space to roam and wander.

let them run into walls and fall on the ground.

let them, simply let them go.


you held my gaze upon that first entrance.

you are in my every breath, every step i turn.

you are in my heart.

and you know this.


i care. i want to care.

i want to give more cares and fucks.

this body we occupy, this mind that comes alive,

are you conscious of your being?

are you conscious of the energies around you?

are you conscious of how transient our passing on this face of earth,

and scrumptious that scone is?

do you have attention deficit disorder?


provoke them.


these structures draw our contours, and yours is looking fine.

i want to kiss your lips, blow a smoke ring to encapsulate your figure.

hop through it, you are fine.

you are more than fine.