to melt oneself into colors

Let me melt myself into colors

Like a candle melting into a puddle of wax, spilling everywhere, hot to the touch, leaving a mess


Perhaps, then, will you understand me?/ If I’m in the colors familiar to your childhood, the colors of the crayons you bought in the pack of sixty-four that you wanted to show off to your friends with the sharpener in the back?


You used to be an artist before too, smearing those crayons in your grubby little hands,

Proudly showing them off to your mother/who would tack it onto the fridge

A trophy


But now, when I try to explain,

You don’t get it


You want lines, you want sharp angles, you want black and white

And maybe, some gray/but not too much


But why not?

Wasn’t your favorite color red at one time?-



Wow, it’s been a while since I wrote poetry. It feels so good~ This was an ekphrasic, a reaction to someone else’s art. My friend shared some poetry with me and the line ‘melt into colours’ stuck out, begging to have its own piece. And so, this happened.

Hope you guys enjoyed it~



Quartet by Ranjbaran: Haikus

*These haikus were written as I listened to the Aeolus Quartet play a contemporary piece by Iranian composer Ranjbaran*

I. Maestoso

splintering glass cries

a rainfall of color shards:

swan song of lost dreams

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EXHAUSTION: a poem inspired from a rose

I participated in an excellent master’s class for writing on November 7th in which we looked at a rose and were given ways to take the rose in different angles. This is one of the fruit of the class. The prompt was that we drew an emotion from a hat and had to use a rose to describe it somehow. My word was exhaustion.

you run

you run

you keep in a straight line,

pushing onward,

no hesitation

though maybe, sometimes

side distractions

but then you’re pierced,

reminded to go back to your straight line

stemming from your dreams

your dreams which watered this journey,

made them green

gave them life

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Can’t Escape

(another piece written on 15. 09. 13 at Prairie Lights)


You can’t escape your mind

the rubble of the whirlwind that raged through your mind

You can’t escape your thoughts

the winding labyrinth spreading like a virus

sprouting everywhere like mushrooms,

rooted in the pregnant air of life

demanding you to make it through,

to uncover its secrets

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Others Like Me

(This was written 15. 09.13 during a reading at Prairie Lights~)


And so, there are others like me

taking time out of their day

to listen to meandering thoughts

solidified dreams

crystalline nightmares

realties constructed from fantasies

of our own heavens,

of our own hells


An investment in their lives,

a glimpse,

a drop of their lifeblood,

a taste of the concoction still brewing, still forming

that is their soul