listen

there's a marigold this spring
in my mind.
i didn't plant it yet
for the fear of losing it.
winter this year was quiet.
not so much in its element.
just wanted to get done with its job.
and leave. for wherever it goes.
spring is happy in its colours.
at least on the face of it.
some may say proud even.
i have the roses and the hibiscus.
in my balcony.
and the marigold.
they are silent.
feeling the breeze. and the light.
there's some good music playing.
they say plants can't listen.

travelling to mars

i am travelling to mars on a space bike. about seventy million 
more miles to go. The dark here, and the light. Are not black 
and white. They are more like friends playing chess. I feel like 
a glass emptying itself. Slowly. Into the void.I am unaware of 
humanity. 
Until you pass by. Singing. In a space tired of expanding. We 
enjoy staring at the sun and talking of childhood. Without being 
able to listen to each other. Music is not even a word in the 
language that stars use. Being hidden in a space suit is relaxing. 
Earth is far out. Looking peaceful from here. The comforts of 
distance. But you and I can't be the only ones here. Let's go some 
place else.