She is a third world girl
Living like a timid squirrel
She needs hair, to live safely
Ghettoes, Gulags, Auschwitz at every nook and corner
Acid is boiling in disguise of hot tea
Her dignity lies in her silence
She has to bend her head to walk proudly
She is a gazelle
Not allowed to take a leap
Hyenas had gifted her chain of freedom
And there are posters in the streets: “A female terroristwanted…dead or alive”
She had planted bombs of desire
On her bare hands and visible legs.
Mar 25, 2014
Mar 25, 2014 at 12:06 AM UTC
Now
Since you are saying final goodbye to me,
Collecting your belongings
(Though you cannot cut your lips from my chest)
I am compel to ask a final question: “is love an eternal tenant in my heart
Or was it you, who brought it”
If your answer is first
Then I am losing nothing
And if you answer later one
Then I will be wealthier
Because now
One has to pay higher rent
For my heart.
Dec 23, 2013
Dec 23, 2013 at 3:32 AM UTC
There comes a time
In our life
When we can feel sorrow of the mirror, his sadness
And his longing for a true companion
We can see, he is tired of
Gazing into a beast’s eyes.
And then
We decide to leave reflection forever
☹
Why does prophecy come with broken hearts?
Always!
May 11, 2013
May 11, 2013 at 11:12 AM UTC
He told me
“He doesn’t believe in the God”
But he used “THE” before the god
And he didn’t put full stop at the end
Then he asked me
“Do you believe in the God”
And this time
He forgot to put a question mark.
Apr 15, 2013
Apr 15, 2013 at 12:25 AM UTC
we were in love
and we were longing for truth
And now since we found it
lets perform love's funeral
on the bed.
Feb 20, 2013
Feb 20, 2013 at 10:03 PM UTC
I should have done it in the early morning
But I avoided it
I turned my back
And went to sleep.
Then…
Whole day
I felt a burden on my heart
I never thought
Love can be so heavy.
Dec 15, 2012
Dec 15, 2012 at 5:43 AM UTC
Red road,
Yellow tears,
White hope,
Nobody wears.
Black sky,
Dead pigeons, bullets fly,
Brown leather,
Doesn’t match a feather.
Green pain
Eyes rain
Amber wounds, kids sad
And you say: not so bad!
The ugliness of war
Looks lovely
When we see it
Against light!!!
Dec 12, 2012
Dec 12, 2012 at 11:28 PM UTC
What is more beautiful
A shinning blood drop on a pigeon’s wings
Or
Peace treaties of United Nation?
What is more expensive
Van Gogh’s paintings
Or his pain?
If two eyes were able
To see each other
Would one admire other’s beauty?
Why sea taste like tears?
Does river carry earth’s pain into her heart?
When someone left you
For nothing!
Then why her memories are so precious?
Dec 8, 2012
Dec 8, 2012 at 1:08 AM UTC
We all wait...
For money,
For power,
For love,
And few wait for death
But most of us
Are waiting for life,
And nobody waits for Nirvana.
People cheat
Because marriages are waiting for divorce
Nations fight
Because peace is, a white blank paper,
Waiting for red ink
****** waits till first kiss happen
First kiss waits till the eyes write poem on the body
But…
A cage should not wait for freedom
Wings should not wait for sky to come down
Big letters should not wait for small letters
Instead of madness
Loneliness should and must wait for solitude
But the real problem with waiting is:
We always try to fill, “FILL IN THE BLANKS”
Ideally
We should feel “FILL IN THE BLANKS”.
Dec 5, 2012
Dec 5, 2012 at 10:21 PM UTC
Let there be keys without locks
Let there be dictionaries without words
Let there be homes without doors
Let there be silence
When we speak of love
Let there be grace in our walk
So that our poems will not ashamed of the craft
Let there be matchboxes without sticks
Because our children need them empty
To preserve their childhood memories
Let there be a metaphor in a worker’s sweat
Because dewdrops alone can not carry poem on her shoulder
Let there be a marriage (illegitimate though)
Between a gun and a flower
Because lonely streets look bad
And a caged bird is always sad
Let there be a reward to roots
Because you look beautiful with flower in your hair
Let there be a reward to cloud
Because we all need to wash our hands, before prayer
Let there be anger in our hand and peace in our head
Let there be a blunt knife in our pocket
Just in case…
Let there be nakedness between all of us
So we can look into each other’s eyes
And say: “Our daughters are safe in each other’s garden”
Let there be nakedness between all of us
So when we make love
“We make love to our beloved one only”
Let there be no history
Because we exchange hugs and kisses in present
Let there be no geography
Because contours of love are powerful enough
To define our boundaries
Let there be no mathematics also
Because nature never counts her blessings
And let there be a finite infinity in our life
And enough strength in our legs
So our walk to horizon would not stumble
And we fall like an autumn leaf.
Dec 3, 2012
Dec 3, 2012 at 10:52 PM UTC