19 June 2016

From the window view

The woman is weaving

The sound of weaving

The sound of building

East Europian music plays from the speakers

The purple lotus in the pond

Reflection of the grey sky

Reflection of the grey sky my mind

The window view displaying daily live

A woman walked on the road

The man sat in the chair

The boy touches his hair

Weaving is like love

The thread her fingers

Movement machine

Act of making love

Reflecting the grey rainy sky

I feel unable to move because of you

My tea cup fell down tea spread in a pool on the floor

I try to dry it

Reflection of the grey mood

Today I will leave, its dusty

Clouds drift in my head

18 June 2016

Not understanding my mood

I am not in the mood to dance

He dances his movements elegant and sophisticated

His voice balances like movement of a small water stream

Again a feeling of confusion

When he kisses me I taste bitterness

It overtakes my mind

I surrender and want to taste him bitter again

But instead he dances

With her

With them

I am not able to move anymore my head feels like a stone

We would go to the marker

To find a blouse for my grandmother

I don’t want to complain

Dancing and movement is an expression of an early drop in the morning raining

Swirling movement his hair the morning dauw

The sound of a hammer

You have taken the forbidden path

The path that knowone takes

The morning dauw

Unfold me purple lotus

17 June 2016

A is reading a poem

S aspects A

Melted down bodies in the black pool

A smokes a cigarette while S is dancing

Dancing in a circle

Why am I not pure?

Like dahi or lassi on a hot Delhi morning of 40 degrees?

Why am I not pure?

You don’t answer the phone

She has a child with blond hair

He has a muscled body

Keep on banging keep on dancing move

A is coming tonight

It does not matter to me anymore

Our love is vurnable

Untamed without scratches

S let me go while I don’t know his feeling

I am drifiting through his pool of milk

My body in the cool liquid

Again I make a phonecall for nothing

And I don’t know which language to use

The voices sing

Goodbye S welcome back at A

16 June 2016

Don’t sleep or else your family will weep

Sign a long the road

Muddy shaky road with military man

Several check posts

I hide my sunglasses with a text

Pasted on top

They shoot at everyone in the protest

Real people, real bullets

I wrote you I miss you

I got no response

So I don’t think I want to

Don’t wanna want to not

My behaviour is childish according to someone

I miss

I I I miss silly voilen plays violence

It’s pasted on top

Move under your supervision

Check post

Check it out

Check it out and eat my pussy

I miss you

Muddy army boots on the road through the mountains

Your movement my wet hair

I miss your soothing voice

Check post along the road