September Story
How blue and lovely the sky is on this day I won’t forget like rose petals I will cherish desires, wishes I shall regret. Hearing the waves beneath the…
No One There For Me
An old poem I decided to relive. It still speaks to me as if I wrote it today, sitting on the grass, leaning against a wise and old oak tree. Hope it speaks to you as well. To us, who keep on waiting for someone to come.
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.
Three Days of My Life
“Am I coming back?” is a question I have asked myself thousands if not millions of times. Do I know the answer? No. Or maybe yes. Deep inside I know there is no going back. Once you lose the land behind and the winds start singing their songs, you close your eyes and step into the unknown.
The Sky Goes Purple
As the sky goes purple and the sun is setting down, are the dreams of mine sinking into bitter wine. As the light goes purple so is my soul…
Silence Is My Name
A dark, contemporary piece of poetry about a soul that has not seen the Sun yet desires it. A heart that’s never been alive dreams for warmth. Life in darkness and cold silence.
Starless Sky
I wrote this poem some years ago, in an attempt to answer, perhaps, the biggest question -“Why?” Consumed in our thoughts, dreams and daily battles, we often forget why we do something. What is waiting for us out there? What will happen should we achieve a goal? Will we be happy or we will find out that the end is nothing but a meaningless picture.
Shall I Fight
Yesterday, I cursed your name and hated you with all my heart tried to kill though you’re not alive. Fury engulfed me, ocean deep, beneath the waves of poison my…
Too Late
A deep and sophisticated poem exploring the corruption and decay of human nature and the crumbling pillars of contemporary society. And when it looks as though there were no salvation, winds will start blowing, water will rise and sweep away the dirt. But does it matter when our hearts are devoid of life, dreams and hopes?
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