Here comes another day
another friday
it's all routine, duties and rules to obey

leave a tender trace in hearts and count a day
without false compliments to pay
then don't mind the day slip away.

The bitter chocolate

Once upon a time, many many years ago
when the stars were brighter and the birds happier singing so

there lived two people in love
the sky shining over them from above

Such days they had and such nights
yielding words in each other's soft syllables and melted hearts

many times he wished he could stop the clock
to hold and freeze those hasty tick and tock

and came the time to say bye
to leave the world with a sigh

so temporary; so soon; so short the end seemed to appear
the sweet moments blending up in tear

leaving the other one in grief; the destiny unkind
what’s more bitter than being left behind?

a wall to rely on

The whole world blind and deaf

and me, voiceless

I have seen a dream

what shall I do?

unable to speak

and them people

unable to hear.

Like a lonely leaf left to dry up on a stem

She fears the decay and being forgotten
fearful of falling victim into the arms of a heartless wind
through the hasty seconds to the end of horizon

the spring turns into an autumnal season
days of her life story reflecting the broken mirror of her heart
as gloomy as a thundering sky; as dark as night
like a lonely sunset hidden behind the clouds,
In vain she counts the minutes waiting for a sight.

not among us anymore

Dear souls rest in peace without lullabies
rest in peace without pain and worries
winter nightmares you don’t have anymore
picking regret flowers you don't need any more
the sun is not getting you sun burned any more
the wind is not blasting your lovely face any more
and not waking up in doubts and worries any more
you left the puppets
leaving behind The jungle rules
leaving a world that kindness is strange to souls
you took your heart somewhere else
some place that heaven door bells
some place that angels sing you lullabies
you sleeping now without bedtime stories
May you rest in peace with no pain and no worries.

Those tears

As they dragged me out of a warm, kind and protective womb 41 years ago, I was offered the box of chocolate that is called life and I took it obediently, ignorant about the inside and at the same time opened my eyelids to the world, screaming wildly.

So crying was my first experience in life. I cried when I was hungry or felt cold or uncomfortable and I got pampered, was cuddled and taken care of as best as possible.
By instinct I knew those tears were a good signal to make others aware of my basically urgent needs.

While growing up I began feeling ashamed of crying; I felt uneasy and embarrassed of showing my inner emotions even behind the closed door.
At the later years, little by little I learned hiding those precious pearls, those tears. I kept hiding those jewels until I lost trace of them completely.

Now there are times I feel the absence; times I feel like an overflowing bottle with the lead sealed and fastened tightly; there are times I desperately need my tears back. Maybe I will find those tears back again soon before the box of chocolate comes to end.

For better or worse
I can no longer put my mind to force

You see my heartbeat still signals the morse
Still calling you with the same voice

only changing my writing style
giving you a chance to skip my poetry for a while

let's put away the lines for now to hell with them
since my heart’s now beating with no rhythm.

Every morning

Hey you player, don’t cry in shame
We all are the same

Every morning we wake
We put a mask on our faces, a fake

One plays a teacher; one a wanderer
One plays as a singer; one becomes a song seller

The old mask of life remains on our faces until the late hours
And the silent hidden tears flow underneath like always

peer out of your mask for once

don’t speak words made in advance

Break free from the cocoon, the shell
Draw a window on the bars of the cell

we are who we are only for a glance
even for a breath If given a chance

For how long our masks are to speak the role?
For how long the silence is the ploy?

peer out of your mask for once
don’t speak words made in advance

Break free from the cocoon, the shell
draw a window on the bars of the cell

I want to shout out this song on the scene
I want to tear off my mask and shout like the real me which I've never been .

Comfortably numb

Here my pen has lost the ink
has there ever been to confusion a URL, a link?
but I like to open my heart so you can peep in
seeking a strong wall to speak, to lean
so to find composure, so be it
be my dreams come true to meet
before stops my heart the beat
with the destiny it's useless to defeat
Don't give me advice, don't regard me the culprit
my mind unscrewed long ago … I lost it

closing the door to advices, life was my share of cup that I gave up....

I faced an immediate warm sunny welcome as I stepped out doors taking a long deep breath.
The spring beauty is so inviting now that the trees are adorned with early bright green leaves.
My fig tree and bunches of "Golden waterfall" celebrate the spring time in a friendly unison along with the sunrays.

My eyes are cracked

Feels good to cry like rain and thunder
those tears more than gems to treasure
when blue
when no one to tell the heart to
when tears are dried and lost
I want them back; i need to
staring out the window
for how long will i be so?
the brain a hollow
eyes getting cracked

the flow of tears in them is lacked.

Sad day

Oh ... how sad the day
Come; Come abundant tears
fill my eyes
run and flow
Come; Come burning sigh
turn me into a flame
and what remains of me
as the ashes of the ashtray.

-*-

Beyond the dry, deserted land of my mind
over the cracked wall of my broken heart
hidden from the stranger's eyes
to win over eternity
my treasure lies
my heart will stop beating when the last day arrives
but there's something within, that never dies
safely hidden from the eyes
to win over eternity
my treasure lies.

Dream world

The dreamlike world above
fabulous blue sky
the clouds in a wonderful design
resembling cotton wool
all together, whatever the time
a beautiful poem
a beautiful rhyme.