THE REAL SIDE OF YOU

Don't speak a word
your words are bound to make me blue
I have no expectations
when I ask 'What was I to you?'
Your presence and absence
was no less than my obsession
it pushed away my innocence
and revealed, you are not my possession.
And now the distance prevails
between your other-side and me
expired promises that derail
my memory, are lingering beside me.

Whim of Gentle Execution

I’m waiting on a highway of grief

For my life to peaceful demise

Trying to climb regret’s cliff

Where fatal fate will rise

My ego will fly after flay

To and fro between heaven and hell

Psyche has this indelible fey

Only my soul knows this foretell

ButMy heart is willing an exercitation

For the whim of gentle execution.

The Unseen Page

In the vast eternity of silence

Your eyes are searching for the heart

That can listen to your heartbeat

And pulls your love loaded cart

That leads you to a sedate place

Tumbled into the sea of love

Where no other word can be heard

And love pours down from the sky above.
Though I’ve read your eyes so well,

The last page is still covered with confusion

Among the crowd of young hearts

Is it my heart that ends your conversion?

Winter

It’s winter

And I’m addicted

To the Sun,

And the infinitive eternal

Blue canvas

With white spots.

Even the gentle breeze

Feels like hailstorm

It makes me shiver

I embrace myself

With my hands.

Dusty road

That I walk along

Withers my lips

And blurs my eyes.

The morning fog

Plays trick on me

I hear people

At a distance

But I can’t see them.
Winter is solitary

But never lonely.

IMPEARILISM

I give them guns for free

And sell bullets at high prices.

A trigger is pulled.

A man is dead.

His wife collapses.

Their children scream.

Revenge is born.

I condemn the violence.

I express solidarity with peace.
I give them guns for free

And sell bullets at high prices.

Another trigger is pulled.

The history repeats.

I condemn the violence.

I express solidarity with peace.
I give them guns for free

And sell bullets at high prices. . .

Empty-Handed

If I'm a loser

just as you've figured out,

then I need not to worry

because I've got nothing more left to lose.

I can let go

already I'm losing grip,

there's no bitter feeling

because I've got nothing more left to lose.