When I close my eyes in the dark night
many thoughts and hopes fill up my mind.
My dreams allow

The days go by, a month then a year,
I’m still sitting by the window waiting for you to come

in paradise
like Eve
in an apple orchard
forewarned
picked and ate
a forbidden

A scream that echoes and rifles that fiercely beat,
Another sleepless night, please god tell me

When the night is dark blue,
And the white fence is broken,
I see the light in you
And I shall

at first, I was skeptical, to say the least.
nothing good can come out of it
even my heart told me

As you wake up to dress up in the blue you wear so proudly
As you greet and kiss me once more,

I was born into a family
of broken people
who demolished every brick
that could have been

Ik heb maar lopen hamsteren,
de godganselijk lange dag,
ik heb maar lopen hamsteren,
ja, alles

Je zégt Baudèh,
dat heeft cachet,
je schrijft BaudeT,
zo spel je het!

13 March 2020.
Michelle

Ik zag laatst een echte Deug,
zomaar ineens, in het wild,
dacht: 'Nou ja, ieder zijn meug'
en heb

Elke ademtocht, oh vluchteling
maakt je het kind van de rekening

de kosten en de baten
in een

I saw a sparrow in a tree,
I looked at him looking at me,
the rain drew diamonds on his

My prayers were wilting butterflies
I sent out to cold, uncaring skies -
they tried to reach

Spring writes a love letter in pink
to the unclothed and shivering trees,
the rain makes the

Even at 87 my grandfather was impressive,
a white king in his hospital-bed,

dismissing me with a

I have known her since forever
she is my "best friend"
I have no doubt she'll be here till the

To remember how he walked away it is hard
And there are days when I feel defeated
In these days

Komal Kislay Shishir Vasant
Thand-Thand Purwai hai...
Varsha ritu aayi hai
Varsha ritu aayi hai

I chose to do a poem about The Tower of Babel c.1563 Pieter Brueghel the Elder (1525 - 1569)

Hold your breath, the sun will shine.
Make your wishes come true,
and open your eyes.
This

My gorgeous love, you make me want to write.
How I adore you when you hug, and kiss,
Going in my

Here I am, living my poor life.
Here I am, wondering about death, in my poor life.
Here I am,

The only thing a mother wants
To her beloved and special son
Love and happiness, she

Sometime in December,
2008, our magnetic gaze of love
did more than just speak or act.
It was in

Loving you is like the last day of the summer,
No one wants it to end.
It seems like you don't

She sits there looking fearless.
Partially-clothed, her right breast is exposed.

She wears

Many fruit are grown all over the planet,
On the land, under the sea, and on high trees,
A yellow

Two humble members are gathering for a meal
next to a window, on a table
The sun sends its'

She was not a pen.
He is a mighty cob.
Innocent and pure babies at first, never again
She was

My wife, my beautiful wife!
She is dying in my arms.
What is all the wealth and all the gold

One day she’s up
The other she’s down
Like a roller-coaster

Eye to the right
Ear to the

They were two,
but one is a mirror for the other.
Same pain, same clothes, same life.
They were

My lady Lisa, I miss your pretty smile.
since the last time, I've seen it it's been a while.

In the summer of '69
the dead came back to life
their silhouettes danced to forgotten songs
sung

Dear ,

my grandpa’s bedroom housed the essence of the stars, you could sense it within
the

One city,
One room,
One table
One last name.
One sorrow, one pain.
Two hearts , Two mind
it's

“It is time to pray son,” he used to say,
Maybe he was hopeful that one day it will change…
But I

Do you remember the first time you made me a paper crane?
on the front step of our house, from a

there is a shape-shifting wyvern
breathing out plumes of dirty laughing smoke
entangled in a

i’ve got this disease in my brain
at least that’s what i’ve been hearing people say
my mind’s been

one day
all these desires my voice shan’t fathom
will leave this godless ground
and fly into the

we go stumbling past forgotten gravestones
bathed bloody under late night streetlights
your jacket

can you look, look into my eyes
past these smiling walls of tedious expectation
i just need

remember that night, when you were sitting on my chair
grey eyes hooded in the desk lamp light
and

rebels haunting old train tracks
well past midnight
who steal drunken kisses
between rusting

i found a girl
who dances
in earl grey puddles
under mulberry skies
with placid raindrops
upon

"are we forever?” she asked
with the slightest shiver of her spine
and he found answers in the