The war of souls,
In her poems,
Because she can.
The war of souls,
In her poems,
Because she can.
Sun rising in your eye.
Under your feet, earth moving by.
Your beauty, why haven’t seen?
Hold your hand for feeling, not demean!
The softness, the kindness in high degree;
Yet there is Might in your arms, help me!
For I’m blind and can’t see.
For I’ve sloped you,
When you give “love”, it is true.
I’ve killed the very thing,
The person, the WOMAN, everything!
The woman who gave me life.
Never brought me to grave of strife.
For all is lost.
A storm is coming with gust.
Tall, she will once more stand,
While help I look for from your hand.
She will walk strong,
While I stumble along.
She will hold out her hand.
Fears in her eyes stand.
Pain of heart, she will love me.
She is a woman who has fed me.
Look, you’re blind;
You don’t hear, have no mind!
You don’t feel,
For she will always reveal;
A woman forever!
Never she sever!! …
A lifetime of following footsteps!
Impossible to decipher!
Old socks forming torturous channels!
A circular tour of my oesophagus my duodenum!
A lifetime of fitting what cannot be fitted;
Yours and theirs!! …
… In our creative intellect and soul,
There is always a giant who has a role.
It is not loud or clear this APPARITION;
But its speech is high and moves the nation…
… It tells the nature to change her ways!
For us humans to have better days.
Inspiring us to know wilderness and brawl.
Taming our vision, our purpose and all!
… Some say that ideas can destroy;
They say words have no meaning, no joy!
They say distortion can bring good result.
They say fake happiness persist with insult!
… Inspired we truly are and blessed.
We master life’s holy test.
Some only hear the wisdom that they know.
We must be present as dreams grow!! …
It is the dawn of the New Year.
The fire of another day flames.
Another day, another year, another pain;
Another rainy tears!
But the cold night will find me;
When with the internal pain,
I will reach the internal peace!
My soul’s mad enemy,
Wash with rain water,
My rainy tears in another dawn!
And all the dawns day after day,
Light up the flame of another day!! …
From inside, gazing at open window
My body like my feeling burns within…
How can I tell
Places, times, passion, tears that I lost?
I can’t never be on those places
Nor can I bring back those times!
Oh, how I feel the passion, once was inside me!
Now, I pray, Yet my soul is lost!
How can I go on another day or night?
While I pray and wish to find what I lost!
Before I burst,
Shall I leave this earth?
How do I know why I am always sad?
How do I know why I hate this world of mine?
I am confused of this strange feeling myself!
Not that I didn’t try to find joy.
Should I try again to learn this trait?
As if my effort comes from an unfounded place.
I burn within, should I throw this world of mine away?? …
In that winter
That cold, snowy winter,
It came a day
That we left each other!
I don’t know why!
I can say why forever,
But I still don’t know why!
This separation taught me,
That wittout you,
I would not be a poet,
You, my friend,
You, my dearest of all,
I don’t know if this is hello or goodbye.
I am very tired!
Are you tired too?
With all twist and turn of life, I can
answer the flowers’ questions with smile!
With approach of sunset, I can
sit behind the window to see the sunrise.
In dark and long nights, I can
think about crowd that once were with me.
With approach of dark thoughts, I can
share my secrets with trees.
With praying for humans all around, I can
stay alone with my disturbed soul.
With coming of old age, I can
Walk where home is, think about grandpa’s trees!! …
When the darkness covers the earth
People who live at night
Stay awake to see the light
To look at unreachable light at far
To be patient for nearing spring
And leaving of dreadful winter!
They take us to where we’ve never seen!
They tell us the secret of flowers and trees
They tell us how to be in love of running water in streams
They never are silent
Stars call on streams
They can hear the call of stars
They find a laughter, a tear, a kiss
They listen to the beauty of sounds
They inhale the fresh air
So they don’t break the peace
So they break the death!! …
Tonight from the sky of your eyes,
Stars rain on my poems.
The white paper invites my finger,
To plant light!
Why must we escape from dark,
The diamond of stars lighten the night?
The perfume of jasmine makes the air delicious!
Ah, let me get lost with you!
No one is looking, we must.
With your singing eyes,
Sing a poem for my soul.
Ah, let us from this open door,
Fly out to the dark night!
Though sleeping in this desirous night,
Let us find our streams!
Do you know what I want from life?
I want to be you,
And you, me!
I want to run all deserts of life.
I want to climb all mountains of spring.
I want to be you,
And you, me
For I don’t look to the end any more!! …
… At today’s last dawn I see life so pure!
I will give my vision to you.
Can we survive creator’s world of haze?
… Fated blessing, pondering our limited days.
When the gift come? I hear voices so innocent!
My glorious spirit, I will give you my eternity…
… I see the hands which caressed the face of loveliness.
So tenderly, I bury evening, sorrowful sky with burgundy trees.
Come, we are out fate, a random thread of life!
… yet pure, true love can forever await.
When the silvery purple moon sheds its glistening cover,
The echo of our song in unknown world may still hover!
… If this journey shall not past my last breath,
I will endure an infinite inner death.
Look to my eyes when in pain, comfort my soul…
… Am I everything through you, let’s together stroll!
So listen! Silence hears our song till earth is in its mold;
And receive my immortal being that you hold!! …
… Time, dawn…
Sun releases drips of morning dew.
It enhances all the wonders, only for few.
My mind’s eyes glances;
Then take a peek for thinking.
It blinks, knowing that it’s never been caught.
Searching for essence inspiring my thoughts to chime.
Rising again to see the wonder of dawn!
… Caresses in its gaze are by eyelashes ready to trap…
And hesitations in it never fail to turn time back.
Memories of forever make a sight to see;
A platitude of preeminence of probability!
I find what I looked for, the essence…
Whose presence is sublime!
I rise again to meet the dawn of time!! …
Father, my precious dad, this is how I felt after your death. Tears still flow at unseen places. I can’t get over it as some people tell me. Because of my political asylum, I could not even go to the funeral. We just had our phone calls. Dad I miss you. Your first child. You called me the light of your eyes. Bye dad. Rest in peace…
Drowning below some untold dreams;
Feeling within, the heartache of sorrows,
Searching for meaning in holding back screams’
Holding for ransom, a love, yet unforeseen;
Unspoken forgiveness, false passion is borrowed;
Sharing alone, a slow dying heartbeat.
Can’t sleep!! …
Sea, so endless.
Against the sun, the silhouettes!
Her majestic beauty, beneath.
Night will come with love.
Time and day, wash away.
Feel the ambiance!
For me, as I belong;
Running to their stage;
And endless dream, Can I stay?
In the night!
Walk with me, hold my hand.
Souls never part!
And I always follow you!
An endless tide, be by my side!
And dreams of living come true!! …
You walk in my dream at night,
Grieving! A woman who is in fright!
My mother, did you know,
Your daughter died so slow?
Now, are you going too?
Come back, for once be true!
dreams in my hours, dark;
Searching like a cat with no lark!
Thrills and mournful I call;
Once more so dull!
Surely mama, sure,
She is somewhere!
Did you know? Did she soar?
Could you hear her roar?
Let me explain…
You can find her-
if you can search here and there!! …
In the jet black night, I waited.
In the cold dark silence, I watched.
Sunshine never came.
Dew drops never fell.
I blinked my eyes;
And gazed into wishing well.
Slowing days passed;
Could not wait any longer!
Mind, not strong!
Attempted to pull out from dark!
So as not to diminish.
But in no way I could prolong,
What had long finished!! …
Like a blanket, I wrap me in it;
And play with time.
Prepares me to journey within myself;
A kaleidoscope of fear and hope;
Appears in rotating images in intervals.
I will never be more aware-
than I am now! Let me think,
Where is my home in the passing show of my dreams?
a lengthly time/ who am I, who could I be?
In none true exposure- snapped!
Ahh ahh! A righteous unconscious,
As away existence!
And then I become what I already am,
And touches my soul,
And lifts me back to surface of life!!
A rude awakening this morning-
like all others!
The feeling remains!
Can I write my name across the time?? …