The Lost Smell

an amicable smell
from the dried grasses
after the evening drizzle
and the turmeric laden idols,
that fuses into memories,
like reopening dust laden book,
in the house that greets waves
with eyes closed and an absence
of discord

even souls here burn
and wash away like a dried
incense stick on voyage
to nowhere and everywhere

the cows ring bells
in harmony and unison
there are no beds
but the dogs and humans
sleep alike
in comforts of a ground
that caresses unequivocally
in life and eternal death.

the smell has gone now
now concrete, glasses and woods
stink of success and fervor,
something terrible happened
really terrible.

Darkness

Do you know even, 
what darkness looks like?

it is when your home turns to dust
from sudden shellings
and you walk over bodies
of children,women and brave men
you once knew,blown up in syria,
the middle eastern sun even couldn’t outshine this obscured darkness

when your first flight out of country, 
ends up with your body tattered in pieces, 
dropping from 35,000 feet just, 
because pro rebel russians felt showing how big their balls are,

and here you sit, 
pleased in your well perfumed house
petting your cat, 
while writing on your mac-book,
“the way he left me, I was confined to darkness”

I pity your darkness
but I hope you recover soon
from a weak heart 
and delusions of insignificance

Smirk

It makes me somewhat afraid,
that we never know
when we will turn from
healthy laughing bodies
to ashes and dust
and hung up in some corner
of a room

but what simply terrifies me,
is what happens of our memories
which are obliterated
into nothing.
No remains of the sunshine,
the snow,
the laughter,
the love,
all obliterated
in a blink

the soul is robbed
and death with a smirk
steals everything
eventually.