Don’t know how to call them. I just wrote them, in few hours. Yet there won’t be anything I would change about them. I wrote since she said: “Jaka, I want to read your poems.” I had to write some. And when she read it, she just laughed, her mother too, still they enjoyed different parts.

LIES AND TRUTH
Love my mother tongue I said
Would do something about it I said
Would learn everyday, a new word or two
Would write diary in those beautiful shapes I said
In a year you would see me different I said
Two or three years I will master the language
Speaking like the elders, smooth and so true I said
They said… Yes they said

I lied I said
They laughed
They also lied they said

Three years later
They said the same thing they did
They love the mother tongue, who would not they said
I also said
Difference is, they still lie
My lies are truth now
They stop laughing

Love their beautiful costume they say
I also say

MEDITATION
So he meditates
He must not think
Leaving the world all far behind
Be one with himself
He must not think about work or the noise around or that cold or the pain on the feet or the music starting to change or he yet sits straight or how long he has sit or he is a little thirsty and hungry or that he needs a sweet cup of chai
He does well, 17 minutes and some seconds without worrying of anything

His friend says
You have moved your body sometimes
You must sit straight, quiet mind and body

Another person also meditates
I have nothing to say about him

HOLY MAN
There’s an true holy man
He is truly a man
Having many holes to be fixed