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.

Friday, 28 November 2014

Poem: Simmering warmth

when did it become so hard to look at things
with innocent eyes of a child?
now you realize that growing up was more
harmful than they would dare admit to you
blaming won't bring forth
any new paths for us to walk on
trusting in blind faith that the same choices
will bring new results is utopic
where do you find your haven
when you get scared to look inside of yourself?
as if you've become just a basket
for other peoples' instructions and opinions
it only works if it matters to you
million bulbs in the eyes turn on
when we speak of something
we're passionate about
whole night sky can be captured
in those moments when
we never felt more alive
inside it simmers
as if out of nothing it gives
no matter how cold it may get
no matter how the wind may roar
there's a warmth inside spreading
like electricity through our bodies
and it usually sparks just when you've
almost already given up
the most rewarding thing about it is
that it can be shared
and then it can spread like wild fire
and feels twice as good