hot and orange flames
crackling sound of burning logs
contentment and warmth

in many ways he was like
all the other men
she had loved and left before
but there was something about him
that felt different
exciting and mysterious
it made her shiver
with delight and expectation
but also anxious
as she discovered a longing in her
she had not experienced before
this unknown desire alarmed her
and she feared loosing control
I need to quickly decide
whether to leave him or
to succumb to my desire
she hastily thought
yet there was no rush
her heart had already decided
as this time she had met
her soul mate

blue scarf
red scarf
yellow scarf
expressions of
joy and happiness
worn by me
dancing with you

I have not seen you
for a while
I have not heard from you since
you last wrote
I have almost forgotten
that you once encouraged me
now I am ready
to make the move
but I cannot tell you
as you might have forgotten
that we could have been friends

I want to do
something outrageous
just once in my life:
I want to ignore
norms and expectations
and follow my dreams.

I do not know
how to talk to you
without hurting you

as I do not want
to hurt you
I shall stop
talking to you

waiting
sorrow
longing

black sky and bright moon
foxes on their nightly hunt
anxious thoughts appear

Words, words, so many words.
Where do I begin?
Where do I end?
What is my story?
Do I have a story?
Do I need a story?
Is anybody interested in my story?
It is only me who writes.
Words, words, so many words.

why are you and daddy
always arguing
the little girl asks
her mother

we are not arguing
her mother answers
we are just exploring
different opinions

from the safety of her home
she watches people passing by
and wonders whether
she should go out

observing people‘s behaviour
she painfully realises
that they are seemingly oblivious
to the dangers of the virus

so she sighs and decides to stay at home

oranges
lemons
memories

bright sun and warm air
green lake surrounded by trees
never ending joy

a snake of red lights
leaves are scattered on the street
when will I get home

dark clouds and thunder
heavy rain and ice cold wind
hope for something new

I know
you hate our home town
but I love it

You see only pain and darkness
and death
when we walk through the narrow streets
but I see joy and brightness and life

Why are we so different

Darkness mixed with lights
Busy harbour full of life
Should I follow you

sunflowers are yellow
tulips are yellow
daffodils are yellow
primulas are yellow
my scarf is yellow
but he hates yellow

morning sun so bright
blue sky, no clouds and cold wind
high expectations

black
white
really

I would like to take you
on my golden sunbeam
to the land where everybody
cares for each other
and where people will love you

she looks at me
and smiles
as she can see
that I struggle
to find an ending
to my story

enjoy the process
she quietly says
knowing that
this will not
be easy

pizza
memories
happiness

she locked the door
so that nobody
could disturb her
she needed peace
and aloneness
as she had to decide
whether to marry him
or to follow her dreams

tomorrow will bring
a new and better day
she thinks full of hope
and decides to fall asleep

kindness
caring
you

brown eyes
kind eyes
smiling eyes
his eyes

blue eyes
bright eyes
longing eyes
my eyes

freedom is priceless you say
and yet you are longing
to exchange your freedom
for the love of a man
who does not deserve you

walking down the streets
many people here today
searching for their dreams

lemon
oranges
summer

he asks:
where do you feel at home

I answer:
in my favourite London bookshop which has seven shelves
labelled “poetry”

when she looks into the mirror
she sees his longing brown eyes
and his black hair she would like to touch
his smile is magical and captures her imagination

she closes her eyes to sense his presence

when she looks into the mirror again
she sees her longing green eyes
and her brown hair she would like him to touch
her smile is magical but he cannot see it

You are so relaxed
When you are with me
All your worries disappear
And calmness descends upon your soul
There is understanding
Between you and me
And a harmony that others sense
People look at us and smile
They do not know
That you have left me
long ago

grey sky and red sun
yellow meadows brightly shine
black cats gently stretch

she is so lost
she is so lost
she cries all day
she lost her soul

tick - tack - tock
I listen to the clock

tick - tack - tock
I listen to the clock

I want to listen to your voice
and not listen to the clock

tick - tack - tock
I listen to the clock

tick - tack - tock
I listen to the clock

she takes
a deep breath
she straightens
her body
and stands tall
she looks ahead
with determination
and then presses
the button
and resets
her life

midnight
stillness
wakefulness

why do I
always attract
the wrong men
she wonders
initially they are
kind and understanding
but soon they become
impatient, inconsiderate
and hurtful
the same happens
again and again

Blue Sky
White Clouds
Yellow Sun
Happy Mind

Grey Sky
Black Clouds
Hidden Sun
Sorrowed Mind

I love the taste
of strawberries
sweet and intense
like your kiss on
a hot summer day

I adore the colour
of strawberries
deep and strong
like your arms
around my waist

I enjoy the texture
of strawberries
firm and yet gentle
like your hands
on my skin

bluebells and lilac
you walking away from me
should I follow you

courage
action
happiness

She did not laugh at me
when I asked her
how to use her paints.

Try with a little water
she quietly said
and carried on painting.

She smiles.
She laughs.
She dances.

He watches.
He longs.
He desires.

how are you
he asks
looking at her
with concern

I am struggling
she answers
trying to find
the right path

work has paralysed
and silenced me
again
a never ending
cycle of defeat