What would a chicken do if it were not a chicken? I wonder what I would be in a slaughterhouse. Will I be holding a knife and knife will touch my skin? Had I lived in history, how'd I be? I was a kind Macedonian or a cruel German - confuses me. Had I not … Continue reading A Terrible Poem
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
A writer's word and some bad words, jumbled together in masturbating herds, Glorious failures and petty successes, along with foolishness of their unworthy gods. A nine to five with continuous despise, Or a shaped lie and a world beside, A broken heart, an empty casket, With your wife during rushed hours. Never in and never … Continue reading A writer’s word
My lover is a living poetry. She has everything I seek in God. There's tragedy, there's love, there's craziness, there's humor. For she is the image of a perfect world, Every time I fall and I get close to quit. Everyday in morning as I tend to regret. The thought of just knowing her comforts … Continue reading Being with her – II
Beyond mighty and serene flowing water of sea, On whose tidy shores we two carefree once sat. Shared our stories of love and you became the world to me, Vowed to love forever, the promise we couldn't have kept. Never should have we been so much in love, and with each other. Could've saved ourselves … Continue reading In praise of regrets – II