life around death

November 14, 2011

i saw my father beating hard on the tombstone next door
hand clasped
unable, loud but mute
my grandfather in earth
in body and soul
him or us?
my father beat hard on the tombstone and buried his face in his arms
and his father in earth

and then there i was years later
i buried him

i threw a defying glance at sky
i threw a handful of earth inside the tomb
i threw myself from heights

so glad we don’t use coffins in my country
just earth and you, shielded by a white cotton shroud
life is blown to your lifeless face
life is touching your lifeless body
life is around you when you are away

so glad i buried my father in earth’s womb
my hands earthened
him earthened
earth grasped me from heights

nova-membrana 2

November 11, 2011

variations of november
my heartbeat and breathe
in me the month revives


November 11, 2011

i feel the touch of autumn
with a new membrane this time
it touches with hope


November 3, 2011

feel the circles of a tree
without seeing them
no touching either
feel them and
understand how hard it is to form one circle
how many pouring rains
how many scorching rays
and hungry animals
have crawled on that tree yet it bore all
and formed a circle
and then another
and yet another
it knows
what you forgot long ago
that is how to live.