Train-To-Home

Freeze your eyes to the slow
approaching train-to-home
Preceded by electronic wind
that spins your memory
And stops at awkward spot of 
expired time and moment
That you never wanted to remember
or tried to forget.

Crowds of reflection appear on
speeding windows
Overwhelmed by plastic blonde
helmets and silicon dolls
Queuing up in systemised
third world chaotic style
And impatiently waiting to drop their 
arses on window seats.

Mind the gap between
you and yourself as you on-board
Leave your blood money 'peace'
behind the closing doors
And throw yourself in some corner 
of the compartment
Invaded by snobby face alcohol driven
fast food junkie city slackers. 

JUST BEFORE I BLINK

Everything else becomes blurry
The moment your sky-painted eyes
Stare at me with mysterious acts
Combined with inexpressive beautiful face.

Surrounded by uninvited silence
Those twinkling lips play ‘statue’
Then you fence yourself with your book
And dream into the words of Dostoevsky.  

But just before I dare to blink
Suddenly you splash me with a wink
Followed by winter-sun smile
And everything becomes amazing.

Walnut

Beneath the surface of weirdness
Excavate the bones of my heart,
They may appear rotting in hell
But they vindicate my feelings for you.

Behind the curtain of distance
Unveil the tales of my isolation,
They are withered from start to end
But there is a page that is for you.