El Nido

Seawater, melting on my skin

With every splash of lazy waves,

The sand, which will not keep my prints,

The sun, which stings my trusting eyes,

The sharp cliffs, begging to be climbed –

All this I gratefully embrace


The sea’s glittering stars; its tales

Of lives, forsaken and reclaimed,

The clouds, which glide above my head

Like dreams ‘cross the gray skies of life,

This lonely man with tired eyes

On his stern face I kiss, I praise


My empty hands, which none could hold,

My troubled heart, that beats too slow,

The dim half-smile of my thin lips,

My blistered legs, which can’t find home,

This day has filled with strength unknown,

With life beyond the reach of words

The River of Time

How far away you are!

You, who can love plain face;

You, who can say my true name;

You, who keeps me from falling down

And into the River

Of Time;


How strong are the ties which bind

Your mind and your heart to mine!

Like a spider tends to his web, you mend

The threads, which keep me suspended, alive,

Over the River

Of Time;


How warm is your brave embrace!

As warm as short summer months,

As brave as the open skies,

As strong as the icy hands which pull on mine,

Dragging me into the River

Of Time;


I bid you, don’t let me go!

I beg you, remember me!

I’ll scream to break loose but, please,

Don’t listen to me, don’t leave!

Watch me stand in the current of Time,

And no matter how much of it flows,



I love you


The Fifth Season

You asked for summer –

And it’s at your threshold,

In robes of burning leaves

Of dry, exhausted soil


Afraid of heat and draught,

You begged for autumn

And, crying rains, it came

To wail outside your door


Scared of its open wounds,

You called for winter

Who, like a blizzard, swift

All ice, distress and cold,


Appeared, but it was spring

You thought you wanted:

Capricious, lukewarm, shy

It came, but you recoiled


You locked your home,

Inventing a fifth season,

Which looked like summer,

Smelled like autumn herbs,


Which had the grace

And fierceness of a winter

And laughed, like spring,

At your uncanny jokes

For Me

Whatever gods you pray to, pray for me

Believe in something for a day – for me

My mouth, you see, is sealed forever now

I couldn’t even say my own ‘good-bye’


In early spring smile at the sea for me,

Still cold but open to the warming light;

In summer build a house of sand for me,

In autumn make me a bouquet of leaves,


In winter dance alone or dance with snow –

The way I used to always dance alone –

And then, again, pray to whatever gods you know

For me, who never really learnt to speak