I opened a dusty drawer And got an old letter My mother's handwriting The handwriting eternal to me
I have no laugh to laugh. Everything exists In there own form They are not objects Only I am an object The only soul Who can not breathe Because air does not care He who turns To manure and only thus Even gods are not so strong to let him laugh.
I was waiting for my lady. My heart,my senses, My eagerness was waiting for her. In patience I awaited her coming, Every passing moment Stopped for a moment In front of me, for me. I waited as a figure Tensed to stone to jump to life - Terribly animated life. I was waiting for my … Continue reading I am waiting for my lady
I have no topic to love you with. Its just a passing phase. A phase that would drag through A million life times of a petty me
The voice of own soul And you cut my heart out Why did i ever look at a star that starts the tempest And rocks the little earth that is me If do not suffocate in love I party in soul to suffocate So that love pities me And i turn to you And all … Continue reading The voice of own soul
Do the Walls of my school Of my old home Of the roads I travelled by Do the walls remember me. Silent as they are In Silence do they hold in their brick hearts The space for mystic memories. Do the Wall on which I was pushed back and beaten The Wall that stained … Continue reading Do the Walls of my school
I saw a mother Playing with an infant Sitting on the curb Child on arms The world moved 'as is' around And I did not know the story Of the mother and the child But then again – who knows Who ever knew in this earth of billion years The story about the … Continue reading Mother and child