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Poetry, for me, is like a deep, long stare into somebody’s eyes.
It speaks beyond words and manages to overcome all the barriers in one’s mind.
I have been prone to reading and writing poetry for as long as I can recall.
And after 15 years of trial and error, I’m finally brave enough to share vulnerable insights into what’s behind my freckled, smiling appearance.
Currently, I’m finishing my first two poetry collections: “And we call that love?” and “Knots of life.” Find a sneak peek into poems below.
NAKED
The touch of your presence
Opens me up
Like a can of coke
You cannot close back anymore.
I stand in front of you
Naked,
Vulnerable,
Pure.
You close your eyes,
You turn away.
You don’t dare to stand the looks
On my soft, freckled skin.
I remain still,
Undressed and barefoot,
Watching you disappear,
Thinking…
What do I do with this?
Should I cover myself up?
How do I wear my nakedness in the world,
That sees only clothes?
I don’t
I don’t miss you.
I miss me, being
Carelessly,
Spontaneously,
Happily,
In love with you.
You can run, yet you can’t hide
I don’t
I don’t miss you.
I miss me, being
Carelessly,
Spontaneously,
Happily,
In love with you.
NAKED
The touch of your presence
Opens me up
Like a can of coke
You cannot close back anymore.
I stand in front of you
Naked,
Vulnerable,
Pure.
You close your eyes,
You turn away.
You don’t dare to stand the looks
On my soft, freckled skin.
I remain still,
Undressed and barefoot,
Watching you disappear,
Thinking…
What do I do with this?
Should I cover myself up?
How do I wear my nakedness in the world,
That sees only clothes?
Discomfort of the unknown
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