Fantasy World
September is a month of ambiguity and translucency – summer still lingers yet autumn whispers in the wind. On a warm September afternoon, I wrote this poem reflecting on the past, the present and the future, the impalpable transition from childhood and innocence to adulthood. And, as it always happens, the more I ask, the more questions I have.
A Memoir from a Distant Summer
A home where I could find things I never knew. Place where I could meet friends and feel wanted. She gave me hope to dream. Because a world without dreaming is a man without lungs.
Last Kiss
Shadows creeping from darkness a corner, a black, gaping mouth fingers, long and jagged, slimy slashing at flesh, bones and soul there’s nowhere to hide or run your life means…
Alone
Most of us live in big cities full of lights, people, sounds, colors and dreams, and most of the time this would make us feel comfortable and secure, as if we belong to something bigger and very important. However, sometimes the bright lights look cold as ice, the crowds seem astonishingly disinterested in one’s ups and downs, and the vivid dreams turn into terrible nightmares. This is when we realize that the world could be an incredibly lonely place where one’s reality is twisting and turning.
Late Night Thoughts
“Late Night Thoughts” is a piece of writing I wrote one night lying in bed when I suddenly grabbed a pen and started pouring down some words and incoherent thoughts. I wasn’t sure what had become out of this, but it actually made a lot of sense to me when I read it. Hope it makes just a speck of sense to you.
A New Day, a New Beginning
After the dark and cold night, a day, a new life begins. The Sun brings hope and brightens up the world, giving us wings to fly and dream again.
Against My Will
It’s not my will, not my wish, but I am bound to life and all the unexpected turns and twists. I cannot say no, I have to go on and keep on walking…
Upon My Grave
Would you remember me if I was gone? Would you read my letters and poems thinking about the moments we never had, imagining we could have another chance – in another life, on another planet, at a different time? Don’t answer, don’t.
Nice To Meet You, I am Yours (and You are Mine)
Well, Should I say my name? Should I sit and play? Should I look you in the eye? Anger, calmness, wisdom – what is it you want to see? For…
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