Happiness is A Warm Cup

of coffee

of your cup
which I don'tdrink of

our cups
which we talk over
on the table

it's a single cigarette
of yours
which i don't light

of smoke
which doesn't find way
to my eyes

it's cheerfulness

it's a head
of yours

and an aim
of yours

happiness is

our cups
which we talk over

is coffee
and milk te

which we sip

(sometimes, when a new friend talking about his/her journey of life, it--partially--becomes mine)

Come on In, Pilgrim

heavy doors
strong, woody
smell of rust
and oil

heavy doors
only I knock

doors of cast iron
and old wood

knock knock

somebody will hear?
the plea of the heart

i know none
will open it for me

the inhabitant lives
elsewhere
yet i can't resist
knocking

you know
I only knock
heavy doors

i only hear
return knock

someone is knocking
the door
of the heart

(on knocking on heaven's door[s], a habit i do when traveling)

Random Sadness

aching heart beautiful self lies
in no effort
can a heart hope
however set high

I saw you more than once
on the beach
on the mountain
full of heathers
but the whole thing was nightmare
since it was all illusion

dreams can be misleading
but the heart is the real guide

(when I don't travel, let my heart do)