I could drag love stories
from my heart,
remember someone I used to know
from the strands of memory
and the blur of my dreams
sew a love story
and gift you this Christmas
but I won’t ,
I don’t want to.
Maybe I am too weak
to go all through this
again
or too strong
to poison myself with such emotions.
in a failed attempt
for love doesn’t fascinate me now
but days are left still
so you all can wait
for a change of heart
while I just wait sitting
for the snow.
It makes me somewhat afraid,
that we never know
when we will turn from
healthy laughing bodies
to ashes and dust
and hung up in some corner
of a room
but what simply terrifies me,
is what happens of our memories
which are obliterated
into nothing.
No remains of the sunshine,
the snow,
the laughter,
the love,
all obliterated
in a blink
the soul is robbed
and death with a smirk
steals everything
eventually.
“We will bring people closer than ever, our aim is to connect a billion people. It’s time we use technology to finally shorten distances between us” said the young entrepreneur .
“Can’t come home Mummy, had a press conference. Will come next month. Happy Belated Birthday Mummy 🙂 ” ,he texted proudly.
from all I could remember
hide and seek was my favorite
when I hid from everyone,
literally I wanted to disappear
from everyone
or maybe
just seen when wanted
but never ever caught
Now I have grown up,
I feel the kid hidden somewhere inside
almost disappeared,
seen only when it wants
but never caught
i wonder who gets bored eventually,
him hiding
or me searching.
shining mirrors
literally a dozen of them
or maybe hundred
stacked against each other
as I walk past them,
with the grey sky above
I see two worlds
two realities,
In one there is merry all around
people are happy,
children are happy,
the weather is beautiful
the animals are running
In the other,
people are fighting
children are crying
the earth is dying
the animals are killed
but which of them is a vision made
of glass
and which is the astounding existing
reality
what you choose to see
in either of them
will be the reality
the rest would be a vision
which would be shattered
like it always has been.
Writings to Heaven 