“I don’t create poetry, I create myself, for my poems are a way to me.”
— Edith Södergran

the songs are screams inside now
and the hollow men are preaching on media
smiles are few
but they have not disappeared completely
in these times of hysteria
can one tell the difference between sanity and insanity
and tell me you are not ok
and I’ll tell you
neither am I
nor are the flowers without touch
or the grass without bare feet
I’m measuring my hours by the cold april
which was warm once
and the jhumka baal that has grown wild
nights are long
days longer
what day is it today
where did I misplace my glasses
when did I last see you~

the last smile I remember