Kintsugi Heart

Kintsugi (Japanese: 金継ぎ, lit. ‘golden joinery’), is the Japanese art of repairing broken pottery by mending the areas of breakage with urushi lacquer dusted or mixed with powdered gold, silver, or platinum.

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My thoughts were scattered,
Among the remains of my heart.

They said it was shattered,
When our paths drifted apart.

They asked me:
“what happened?”

I sang your name,
I praised your manners.

I tried, but in vain,
to clarify these matters.

Then I told them what happened:

The fire in my heart,
That you came and lit,

Was put off at once
With no ashes left.

I was by myself,
In my darkest of moments.

Your shoulder was missing,
When I cried and wept.

So no, my friends.
I have no regret.
It wasn’t her words
Nor that what she did.

It was what was not.

This curse is much older,
She was just one bit.
I am now getting wiser
I, now, can admit.

I gathered my pieces
And welded with gold.

My cracks are my stories,
And eager to be told.

Your cracks are your secrets,
That call me to unfold.

It may once more be shattered
I may once more weld
I may never surrender
More cracks is more gold!

Invisible, Intangible, Unfelt

You, Love!
Inside the walls you’ve built,
So tight,
Impermeably sealed.

Occasionally,
you climb to take fleeting peeks at those without,
then retreat,
far and deep.

A dance: now seen, now concealed,
now claiming a heart, or two, in your sweep,
Only to abandon, unfulfilled, and unhealed.

You withdraw, timid and untouched,
into a realm where light pervades yet smothers.

What purpose do you serve, Love?
If your flame lights no path?
It merely consumes your essence, entirely.

Reincarnated Thoughts

I thought I saw you the other day.
It took me a few seconds to remember that you are no more among us. Reincarnation?
Or probably in some other dimension? Shining your timid smile in another universe. While slightly tilting your head.
Ahh, your smile, your weapon, your fishing net, a gatherer of obsessed hearts.
Yet, you departed. With this exquisite collection of trophies
Leaving a multitude of men:
Incapable of love

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Oud Scented Tears

Her fragrance of oud, a match for her majestic elegance
But her lower eyelid, beautifully lined with kohl, like a dam holding back her tears,
on the verge of overflow,
Her radiant smile remained intact, in denial

“Have you seen one smile and cry?” she asked

That smile, though weakened by her tears, still radiated a light that outshone the sun’s rays on today’s noon
Her irises, colored like the northern lights, floated above a river of tears
I felt her pain, but never could I understand

Love and despair, an unfair pair
I knew she struggled, burdened with care
I wished to ease her pain and take it away
But all I could do was fly

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P.S.: this poem was improved using ChatGPT. Neat, no?

Tulips and Cobblestones

In an early Saturday hour, it was just me and the cobblestones,
an empty old town.
One lonely goose in the river.

It is the farmers’ market today.
I bought tulips from the oldest woman.
I smelled them. I smiled. I quivered.

It was then, I thought of you.
I knew we won’t be two,
if you never show up,
if you keep on hiding in the future.

In case, we don’t fall in love forever,
and our hearts of petals keep on flying apart,
blown everywhere by the indecisive winds,
I will love the thought of you.

And while waiting for eternity,
let kindness prevail,
in our fragmented stories:
unique and unmatched
they pave our paths,
like Cobblestones!

As We Leave The Shore


It is probably the way she shines..

Or the way I feel she’s mine..

The little shrug with one shoulder..

Or her smile..

At the sunflowers field..

Is it the bravery with which she sees the world?

Or her kindness..

And her muffins..

I felt her joy when she told me about the stars..

Where she belongs..

I wonder, how often can I fall in love?

One more time..

From the beginning..

Blow away the dust over your heart..

And be brave..

Surrender to her beautiful moments..

Drop the calculations..

There are no maps for love..

nor destinations..

Pack for the journey..

Get rid of expectations..

and your nihilism..

and sail!

Tell me all

Your photo of your candle

Shut down the world..
and sit here with me..
Only one candle..
One cup of tea..

Tell me all..
I am here to hear..
both your hope..
and biggest fear..

Take a sip..
then tell me more..
Start from the surface..
walk me to the core..

Spare no word..
I want to hear it all..
The day you hugged the world..
The day you let it fall..

Take another sip..
let me smell your hair..
let me see your smile..
revolt against the tear..

One last sip..
Have you finished your tea?
Put out the candle..
and make a wish to be..

For all our sorrows..
and all of our pain..
are lessons to remember..
and wisdom to obtain..

Story of a Kissless Encounter

Image from: http://worldofsigns.com/blog/curious-kissing-habits-of-the-british/

On a day before today..
Early june or late in Mai..
I was walking on the way..
Where the angels used to stay..

She was there walking with me..
Many smiles in her pocket,
and a poem in her wallet,
and a lot of things to say..

Full of joy I saw her soul..
Walking, talking also joking..
Laughing louder than I do..

Curly curls in her hair..
Lovely earrings in her ear..
In her eyes there was a flare..
All the time I had to stare..

Then we wandered in the town..
Walking up and walking down..
Having many things to share..
Saying words to tell we care..

Then she pointed at the crowd..
People sitting in the garden..
Having fun and being loud..

“Wonder, how it is to be..
like the people that I see..
lame and boring little lives..
unlike you and unlike me..”

Well, of course my dear to-be..
We are pearls inside the sea..
Take my hands and walk with me..
Let’s go far let’s be free..

At this moment when we looked..
Both the hands and eyes are locked..

All the movements came to slow..
Scented breeze began to flow..
Lovely music in the show..
Just one thing I had to do..
Kiss those lips the way I know..

Cazzo, man, I didn’t dare!

In Cafe de France


I just met her only once…
working in Cafe de France…
We were there by happy chance..
Eggs and juice and milch-kafe..

With the boys I was in there..
But my eyes were just with her..
When she moved they moved along..
like that game of ping and pong..

From the back to the forth..
From the front to the rear..
When she came over to talk..
When she had to disappear..

Any word she had to say..
Any look she gave away..
Little hearts were in my eyes..
Oh my boy she made my day..

Had the meal and had the drinks…
DJ ate his many eggs..
It was time for us to leave..
All I wanted was to stay..

Roam around.. roam around..
In the city with the crowd..
Loved the scenes and loved the sound..
But my mind was away..

I did that work of CIA..
I got her name in half a day..
I hate to text! What should I say?
I wrote “hello” and had to pray!

Did she write me?
Yes indeed!
Wrote the things I hate to read..
That I need to stay away..
‘cause she had a Fiancé!


Oh boy!