15 Oct 2019

Tag: life poetry

Poetry

Night Translucent and Vibrating 

Looking out the window, listening to the sounds and noises of the city, dreaming, seeing, feeling, missing are the things I like to do. Especially if it’s on a late-summer night when summer’s kissing goodbye and autumn knocks on the door. And busy, busy is the winter cold and snowy, wishing to cover all that lived and hoped with a mantle of white, impenetrable blanket, suffocating life.

Poetry

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.

Poetry

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.

Poetry

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.