A moment without pain, of peace, if I could just find, I'd be grateful forever. A cuddle with my lover if I could just get, I'd be grateful forever. So lost I feel, so innocent I feel, yet so criminal, If I could be a child again, I'd be grateful forever. When I could be … Continue reading If I could …
In sadness Completely powerless in madness Featherless flight-bound Alien and homeless With no birthright and novice to flight, The little bird finds herself in a big circus Among lions and dragons Atop the giant wheel, she is asked to fly Without a rope to hang on to, She takes a long fall, She cries and she … Continue reading The little bird.
They say that a smile on the face is not important, The main task is to smile inside For your soul to sing To make your heart beat in your chest. The main task is to be good out there, After all, the pain of the soul is more difficult to heal So you walk … Continue reading Why Smile?
"Woof" said the cat. "Meow," said the Dog. Or should everything be the other way around? There was a cat in the world, whose name was Dog, and a dog, whose name was Cat. Their owner was an elderly woman who was hard of hearing and wore glasses without the lenses. They were fed, as you … Continue reading A cat and a dog, and a woman.
The days when I walked through the grass. No, it never happened. I just imagined it. For I am too weak, for I am too wrecked. Perhaps, a cup of tea will do, No, it didn't. I just finished it. And it did leave me with a bad taste. What if I make a friend. … Continue reading Tea at five and light is almost too bright.
He sleeps till three and wanders during night. He stays with mates whom he despise. He tries and tries, and fails and cries. Dreams come and go and still unsatisfied; he goes to bed and Inside a legend dies. Mornings are worst, he feels miserable. He loves a woman - only for whom he cares. … Continue reading Pompous poem #1
He was scared when he started walking, With no hope alone on unfamiliar path. Accompanied by his endless troubles, He reached a place where he suffered An unforgiving pain to his soul and muscles. Never did he thought, it'd happen. But it did, so he lit his last cigar, Every cigar of past he thought … Continue reading The Walker