Our Kitchen

Reverie L.68 by Claude Debussy

We are dancing in our kitchen
Late at night.
It's the end of the summer,
And the windows are open.
A soft breeze is coming in
Carrying a faint familiar odor,
Jasmine.
You kiss me softly and
I can't help but laugh,
As I trip over my own feet.
Everything is wonderful.

By Alice Karayianni

My Ruby

Photograph by Alice Karayianni

I couldn't quite understand
What it felt like to grieve,
Until I lost you.

Now I know what it feels like
To have all this love
That you cannot give,
To have all this love

With no place to go.

Instead, it gathers up in
The corner of my eyes;
The lump in my throat;
The heaviness in my chest.

You are the Ruby of my heart
And nothing will ever change that.

Love you infinitely.

22/06/2021

By Alice Karayianni

Falling Star (2021)

Nocturnes 4 by Craig Armstrong

Big city lights,
Like flickering dots
In the distance.

I always associated
The tranquil smell
Of lavender
With this place;
Soft, yet strong.

Tonight I saw
A falling star and,
For once,
I knew exactly
What to wish for.

By Alice Karayianni

Summer Weekend

Photograph by Alice Karayianni

The weekend again;
Salty skin and wet kisses,
Soft sunsets and
The briny scent of the sea
Tickling our noses.
Small pleasures.

By Alice Karayianni

World Nowadays

Photograph by Alice Karayianni

Is this really the world?
Shall I grieve? Shall I hope?
I prefer to sing.

Undoubtedly, this past year has felt like a script taken out of George Orwell's '1984' for many of us. Does two and two make five? Yes, sir.

We live in a system that enables corruption, that rarely exposes it or holds it into account. Access to information is a basic human right and yet so much information is being withheld from the public. There is a lack of transparency and, as such, the public has no power whatsoever. When the public is unaware, the leaders (political or other) are free to do as they please for their own private gain. You cannot challenge someone if you do not have the whole picture.

It is all a vicious cycle; leaders end up gaining too much power out of this and when they have been doing things a certain way for so long it starts to feel normal, not only to them, but to everyone around them, it becomes very difficult to reverse that situation. Even protests and riots are no longer effective and overthrowing leadership simply leads to chaos. Personally, I've grown very wary and, very weary, of politics.

Politics is nothing more than a game of world domination and decent people will always be conformed, or crushed. Decent people are not the team players, but rather the ones who bring about disruption to a perfectly devised plan. Oh, and don't get me started about the Church and its so-called morality.

I'm beginning to realise it's difficult to bring about change in the world and that is what's sad. I will always treat what leaders say with great suspicion and that is not something that will change easily. No matter what though, we must keep hoping that not everything humans lay their hands on develops a corrupt nature by default! If anything, people are becoming all the more awakened.

We must keep hoping.

My Homeland

Photograph by Alice Karayianni

The evening calm,
That pause between day and night
When the breeze takes with it
Every little sound,
When peace prevails
In the light of the 
Silvery moon.

Our minds blank
But our hearts full,
Speechless
But with a gaze
Full of meaning.

Our bodies bound together in comfortable silence -
I have no other homeland but you.

By Alice Karayianni