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.
Winter’s Frozen Kiss
Deep in my thoughts, I did not know where I was going. I could hear nothing but the wind and the soft snow underneath my shoes. When I stopped, I came to the realization that Home was not near. I kept on walking, what else could I have done?
Immortality
There is always someone we look for and need in times of despair, sadness, or just by our side when there is no one who would listen. When there is one who loves us unconditionally, no one to share the summer night or the autumn fall of leaves. There must be someone out there, promising eternal youth, happiness and immortality.
The Phone That Never Rang
It’s been one year since my grandmother passed away. This poem I dedicate to her and all the lessons she taught me. On my birthday, I waited for her to call me… she didn’t. She will never do it again.
Looking Out the Window
The world often seems like one seen through a window; the colors fade and all the images are blurry and distant. And at that time, a train carrying passengers we know or we thought we knew pass by. Presents, futures and pasts roll on. And the whistle that was strong is slowly fading away… the train leaves us alone.
Hearts Don’t Betray
In the gloaming of the leaving June day, we tend to hold each other’s hands and promise and give holy words. Because it’s summer, because we are young and because the world seems ours for the taking. Everything is possible and achievable. Darkness hides away. But September comes and the rain with it… What’s a cold January night to a broken promise decaying in our heart? What’s the nipping wind of despair to a betrayal?
Running with the Wind
My father’s death provoked me into thinking about life and what’s after. Is there anything or just blackness awaits us? Does the rain feel as refreshing as it does on a hot summer day? Does the wind whisper in our ears the same soothing chants? I hope so, I hope so.
A Song for Time
Time is a complicated thing and our relationship with it even more so. It’s everywhere and nowhere to be seen at the same time. And sometimes we get frustrated by it to such a degree that we just want to get rid of it… as much as it does with our hopes and dreams.
In the Gloaming
I wrote this poem in a very emotional state of mind and soul. It reveals my deep and hidden secrets, the memories which creep back from time to time and linger in the dark corners of my very existence.
The Beginning of Spring Green
Spring has come! The season that marks the rebirth of everything – plants, trees, animals, dreams. However, I am sitting on a stump in the forest near my favorite bubbling brook, but my eyes don’t see the river bank nor my ears hear the twitter of the birds. My mind is my all senses, I am far away… away on a beach with a wistful smile.
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