In nakedness

There is vulnerability in nakedness

And there is strength, power, and shame


There is grace and disgrace

There is a catch, a chase


In nakedness, there are geometrical shapes


And there is passion and love

Crime, art, and pain


There is a moment, a story

Courage, ecstasy, and glory


In nakedness, there is a false and destructive theory


There is a blame and game

A propaganda lame


In nakedness

There is freedom and truth


In nakedness, there is nature and god.



We are so pathetic

Self-loathing beings

We need clothes for shame

And make up for fame


Think about it

No other creature except us

Does what we do

They do not need a dress to gather attention


Zebra, tiger, or a leopard

They are as nature made them

Bold and proud

They live, hunt, multiply and die in freedom


And we Homo sapiens are born bound in thousand chains

Of society, religion, and money

We are divided from ourselves and scared of ourselves

We are predators to ourselves


Clever, cunning, and corrupted

Our mind, our heart

That looks for a purpose to get by

Such lowly we humans are, with no love for life


Searching for acceptance in the midst of our own

Being rejected by our own

We are the ones who judge our own

We kill the living and pray to the stones


An entire species surviving on hope

We are the only ones who need ideologies to live by

We need Jesus, Krishna, and Hercules to fight and preach

While the fishes are fishing and the dogs are having their days.


Wounded tongue

They have hurt my tongue so much

That now it is scared to speak


And my mouth resists from opening

Embarrassed, that the scabs and the wounds might show

That I can still taste on my tongue,

which avoids speaking anymore


For it might not speak at all

But bleed, in the color they would not understand;


And yet my mind, reckless

Ego-centric, and proud

Will not keep from birthing thoughts,


That like the beasts of the wilderness

Purge from their caves, burrows, and nests

to chase and hunt their prey,


In the form of ink

Will poison hearts and souls, as they feed on them,

with vicious serenity.




Beautiful for you

I know I am beautiful.

Haven’t you ever looked at my profile picture?

You ignorant fool!

Haven’t you seen my beautiful eyes?

The curvy lashes blackened with mascara

and the blue lenses that hide the blackness in my eyes,

My powdered cheeks and my delicate nose

I just got it done up,

“a little push upwards would make it glamorous”

my doctor had said,

and the story of my rosy lips is famous all over the world

Can’t you see the natural pout I have got?

I am beautiful you know,

the most beautiful girl in the world.

And how is my body?

the silicon pride with which my breasts are puffed

Isn’t the cleavage grand?

I know you like looking at them

that is why I got them

and my nearing zero size hips

I have starved enough to get them,

and what about my tight, round ass

don’t you admire the curve?

when I move in my Zara pants

and my feet, well I haven’t done anything with my feet

I left them natural and the heels do the trick.

Then I have filtered all the imperfections left

thanks to the camera in my smartphone

to elevate my beauty, to make known

as I once knew, that I am beautiful

and I am beautiful now,

I am beautiful for you.







These Eyes

These eyes, they have seen a lot

all there was to see,

and all there was not

blood on woman’s faces

tears in men’s eyes,

the incessant silence of life

the ceaseless screams that follow death.


These eyes have seen,

lost lovers and betrayed friends

roads without ends

rescue boats and fighter jets

desolate mountains and captured coasts

virtue sold for banknotes

and broken heart melt on a broken bench.


These eyes, they have seen

fools ruling over fools,

blown up tête-à-têtes

and truths buried in secrecy

bags of happiness thrown over piles of miseries

sleep choked in the grasp of reveries

witnessed only by the lonely, noctilucent clouds

who told the stories of earth’s pain to stars deaf.


These eyes, they have seen

Foolish saints and clever nuns

mass murders in the name of religion

forgotten disasters and tenacious fashion trends

the cage that this life can be

waiting for rest in death’s extent.
















I keep myself away

I resist the company of myself

for my thoughts poison my being


but I resist the company of others

because they begin to relinquish my existence

in all the moments I am with them

from the face of this earth

and make me a device of their own

Oblivious to the fact that they are ignorant

and their assumptions about me

reflects their thoughts, their ideas,

their existence

and hence, I keep myself away

to save my existence from being consumed by someone else’s.

Yet I dare not blame them too

for they are what they are and

I respect what I am,

and to keep them from doubts

and myself from misery

I keep myself away.