First-time Voyages

For every tower, they say,
There’s a knight of cups in shiny armor
Whose legendary visions and personal touches
become more than a written diary;
Some sins are not punishable by death
They are instantly rewarded instead by the living:
the same calming blue heightens the sky limit,
folding the horizon along the dotted lines;
A rainbow - shielding a brand new set of pretend dominoes-
lands heavily on our few true colours
Spotting the bits of coincidence in every hour,
Covering the long- experienced disbelief
between two cowards
looking beyond the obvious,
coming to terms with a changing conspiracy
when it's too dangerous
to bring even flowers,to understand a heart's subtlety-
an unspoilt mainland made more random,
by unrealistic cards featuring fake priorities...
A thirsty departed in the mirage of blaze
will cease reaching for emergency tenderness
and hope for a dissolution of rain;
After self-induced amnesia we are all praying
for total recall
not knowing some recollections are there to holt.

Clandestine longing

''Confessions are forbidden today.''
That’s what you told me yesterday
as well.
''What can I hope ?'' – you could be asked
tomorrow
If only …
If I didn’t know
a night of craving is between
and trading dreams for recollections
is a sin
in your eyes …caught inside
these motionless hours and spaces
haunted by empty shadows
repenting both sunshine and moonlight
lacking solemn pledges the shape of a heart.
As we speak I am searching
through the dustbin of life
for some thrown-away celebrations
To adopt and adapt.