fritt fall

av å kunne omdannes til damp
ville jeg rense din sjel.

en tanke forsvinner som vann
hvis den ikke er stelt.

når øynene stormes av sand
lukkes de av seg selv.

når du ikke sier et ord
blir jeg tyngdekreftenes trell.

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innimellom

én
tenker.
teen
til
den ene
er
kald.

en
annen
senker.
skammen
til
den andre
er
knall.

ei
henger.
halsen
til
henne
er smal.

ei
anna
trenger
ingen
andre
enn
seg.

en
sirkel
tegner
vann
som
forløses
i elv.

en
firkant
sprenger
bønn
som
omfavner
hvert hvelv.

en
trekant
savner
henne
som
sovna
for godt.

ei
enkel
linje
får mørket
til å danse
foxtrot.

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Attack of the Spirit

Funny thing –
When you’re out of fortune,
Love comes in a mock disguise.

Storms at you
And licks the wounds
Of the past heroic lies.

Gives the colors,
Wipes the borders,
Tells new stories to think of.

Then revolts you
To surrender
And reforms you to rebirth.

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Safety Wings

All is crying within.
Slow
Motion.
My body is falling apart.
Blood and
Distortion.
I’d rather be deaf and blind
When you are
Not near.
It seems
It is better to die
Than to adhere.
Thank you
For letting me fly.
High air pressure.
I won’t anymore
Leave the sky
For other than pleasure.

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Magnetic poles

When a life feels like going down the drain,
It means it was worth living it back then.
It means that the people you have met,
Made you know things can be great.

A tight scarf around the shoulders
Makes the silhouette look bolder.
Even not a single drop dead,
It is the cold that’s built all shade.

For the longer distance from you
Suffocates my lonesome tenue.
You’re the center of it all.
And what happened, cannot fall.

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Sun of a Beach

Why is it always like that?
You are flying away
And I’m the one who is left with a jet lag.

Thinking of who sets the bets,
I don’t regret anything
Other than drinking.

When darkness still shines from within,
You are my sun that unveils.

One just doesn’t get racked in between
Splendid illusions and bold fairy-tales.

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Don’t be sad

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Painting: Rishabh Arora

Tears jetting from the eyes,
I don’t need to be no wise.
Living with a woman,
Loving a man.
That’s as happy as it gets.

Someone rushes to the exit
When the fortune wants to edit
All what darkness
Couldn’t kill.
Stay within for we are real.

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