Sunday, 29 March 2015

Poem: Spider web and dust

spider web and dust clings to the things
your fingers have abandoned
as tornado pulls through
your life and you watch
everything unfold; in one moment
you find a key to make meaning
do not be afraid of storms.

Sunday, 22 February 2015

Poem: Dancing

sow flowers in my hair
as the summer eve softly touches the skin
smell of sweet wine fills the air
sounds of acoustic guitars take our feet
onto the meadows
where we spin round and round
until we shake ourselves lost
and in the middle of the dance we are found
Aaah, I've been dreaming of dancing in the green meadows the whole I was watching snow falling. I'm so looking forward to spring... and maybe someday I will get to experience this wish of mine.

Poem: Handle with care

you can tear and burn the photographs
but those dreams that fell apart
still linger on, yet somewhat changed
wishes upon the stars
tumbled on empty ears
always hoping for better days
holding back the tears
for the want of freedom
avoiding selling your soul
to achieve the goals
the heart believes what it believes
and it's the best guide you can listen to
and handle with care

Thursday, 29 January 2015

Poem: Winter moon

night has awaken inside your thoughts
it happens in silence like a transformation
of a caterpillar into a butterfly, unknowingly
you inhale notes of grey to the old memories
the heavy winter moon has been sitting on your brows
dragging down your eyelids, pulling them to close
but behind them you find
a comforting hiding place
and with the love you carry in your palm
you will prevail
Written for the Mag #255

Saturday, 24 January 2015

Poem: Outside the window

puffy snowflakes melt and drift on my window

covering the space as if with a comfort of a warm bed

yet there are storms raging

spreading like fire

sometimes it seems there is nobody left

to fight the tides rising

everyone for themself

to start a change from within selves

one at a time

feel the rawness of our souls

and maybe then we'd know

how the earth feels under

wolf's paws as he runs

to catch the winds

Ok, it's been awhile... I guess that's what happens when you have too much free time, and all the time in the world to write, but no ideas... but when you have no time, lots of ideas pop up, or is it just me? But last few days I felt like writing and I started with some poetry prompts I have written down and this is the first.