On Seeking

As night falls
and my eyes droop
I am awake
Seeking

I find myself
running
through
mysterious rooms
dark alleys
unending spaces
and unknown cities
Seeking

I know not
what I seek
some nights
its relationships
long forgotten
on other nights
it answers to life
unnerving

Some nights
its destinations
on other nights
its journeys
some nights
its hope
on other nights
its desperation
some nights
its you
on other nights
I seek myself
Some nights
its answers
on other nights
its questions

Every night
as I hit the bed
hoping for
a dreamless sleep
I find myself
wide awake
Seeking

It's frantic
never-ending
desperate
tiring
hardwork
this Seeking

and yet

every night
as I get closer
to my Seeking
the world awakes
waking me in its fold
and putting to sleep
my Seeking
for yet another night

Tlusta Koala

It is 11 pm

The night was young yet.

The choice was

My hostel room

or a drink at the bar

with myself and poetry.

I chose the latter

never to regret it

and to tell a tale 

yet another day.

I am at Tlusta Koala

Was here another night

with Indians, Brazilians and Egyptians

Today,

I come alone

with pen and tissue

and a lonely heart.

As the name goes, 

the place has many a Koala Bear

Big and Small,

Grey, Blue and Brown

making up its walls

and coasters too.

But otherwise,

its a regular pub

made special

by the Absolut Vodka

of my choice!

~ 25th July 2010

These are posts I wrote on a tissue sitting at a local bar in Prague in January 2010.