glimpses of life

little squares of light
yellow warm light

books stacked to the ceiling
single orchid on a windowsill
empty loveseat with a cozy throw on top of it
table with napkins strewn all over
people sitting around dinner

little squares of light
yellow warm light

passed by quickly
as the train swished by
in the middle of a barren winter land
cutting through the white track

little squares of light
yellow warm light

glimpses of life
suspended in one moment in time
within the warmth of the familiar

little squares of light
yellow warm light

i wonder what would have been visible
if someone had looked into the window
of my old apartment
as they passed by
in the dead of a winter night

Friedrichsdorf - Frankfurt a.M. - Darmstadt train, January 2010

Love story at the Angkor

Never before I felt such tranquility,
In the midst of such unfamiliar terrain,
Encountering unfamiliar feelings.

A sense of awe,
And peacefulness,
In the midst of all the newness of the situation.

For once in my life,
I jumped on a plane,
Leaving a mountain of responsibilities and self doubt,
And embarked on a crazy, spontaneous journey.

Looking back and having no regret,
Feeling the waves of love taking over me.

Wanting to shut my eyes tight,
Losing myself…
But I opened them wide instead,
And felt the love,
Indulging myself.

For it was a time,
For me, my camera, and the sun,
Beneath the shadows of the Angkor temples.

Summer 2009

PS: for two of my most amazing best friends, thank you for making this experience possible.

Bangkok is a lousy place to be alone

Bangkok is a lousy place to be alone…
I guess I told you that already.

The noise of traffic,
The rich colors of fabrics and people,
The fragrance of pad thai, pineapple, fried grasshoppers, and incense,
Engulfing me,
Like a shroud around my being.

The lighted signs of cafes and restaurants,
The shoulders rubbing my shoulders,
The glances cast at my direction,
The thoughts swirling in my head,
The voice inside my heart calling out your name.

In the midst of the humdrum of Khao San road,
I have never felt so alone.

Bangkok is a lousy place to be alone,
And though you’re with me,
I am missing you already.

Summer 2009