My father was a lowly man in the village, he was
a shepherd; he looked after rancher’s cattle
for a living, he fed them well for many years
yet, he never had even a pigeon on his name
An ordinary man who spent every penny
he earned to raise his children, today we sat
around the table listening to the testator
On his legal will he states, that
I shall only inherit his greyish winter coat
and his blue leather pair of shoes
they are both old and worn
and this is how my father spent his life
his best and worst days were grey and blue
and I’m afraid to dress in my father’s tears
Jan 21, 2020
Jan 21, 2020 at 5:22 AM UTC
My mother tells me, that when I was young
I used to wear everyone’s shoes lying around
and run all over the house, but whenever
I saw my father’s; I would pick them up and bring them to her
but that is just the story of every toddler I know
Lately, I engage with people of different aspects
some would delight my day with the symphony
of kindness, tranquility, the sound of the silent sea at night
but some would shade my soul with my father’s weaknesses
like having his last name and resemblance
is to admit on to carrying his burning cross of sins
And I sometimes wish, that my mother could clarify
how I’ve been always too frail to fit in my father’s shoes
Jan 21, 2020
Jan 21, 2020 at 5:20 AM UTC
Before your eyes I shall die
like a mist, when the sun-rays lie upon the riverbanks
in the morning, for I shall never wait longer than I can live
the days of my life are falling short on every hour passed
and I’ve spent most of them in sorrowful moments
learning how to love something that doesn’t have a heart
yes I know, some things are impossible, but let me tell you
I’ve seen flowers that live and blossom under the sun
and the ones that can breathe and dance under the ocean
but you are the only that can settle and flourish with in my heart
and drag me gentle away from the oblivion
the glow of my limerence is far further beyond ineffable
but soon to die when the end comes forth my soul
Jan 21, 2020
Jan 21, 2020 at 5:10 AM UTC
Though you made peace within your own ambience
something wrenched your serenity, suddenly
silence was the language you spoke
in blue blurry words of despair
however, you never seemed
to be doomed and dilapidated in boredom
you wore a veil made of thousand smiles
on your face, hence we were
blinded to your despondency
you were the sparrow of the secluded prairie
fallen alone and far away from home
no flock ever made you grin,and
none of us felt your existence, until you were gone
gone without discernable traces
Oct 24, 2017
Oct 24, 2017 at 11:33 AM UTC
Amongst these strange looking faces
some I used to know on first name basis
though memories outlive reality
still, nothing survives long beyond eternity
withal, they grey old like the lady in a rocking chair
and anything else to occur, is possible and fair
Jan 16, 2017
Jan 16, 2017 at 7:16 AM UTC
So I met a man, a composed soldier
In his tranquility, his voice firm and bold
Like the sound of thunder
An unshaken hill standing tall
Armed and armored in creed
And I longed to fit in his shoes
Jan 16, 2017
Jan 16, 2017 at 7:14 AM UTC
My mind leaves my body at night
walking to places I’ve never seen before
somehow here is when my soul searches for light
either to escape or defeat the war
entitled to my name regardless how I feel
fear frails my heart, between the darkness and silence
In chambers of the void, here brutality is real
The nightmare of dying young through social violence
Herds held hostage within their territories
Where else to call for liberty
When our deaths are celebrated like victories
For perhaps this is the end of humanity
Where every wishing card is a piece of eulogy
For a dead child who never came home
Jan 16, 2017
Jan 16, 2017 at 7:13 AM UTC
Fear of failure had me slogging
Constructing these walls of limits around me
And I’ve been confined in this prison for decades now
Consumed by my own self-made leviathan
Seeking for perfection, which smells not in this world
Procrastination, had me shackled on the same level
Letting time passing by, wasted
Assuming what the world may assume if may I fall
I may sleep in disgrace with fear,
Walking on the prickly path, away from your gashing eyes
I may drown in your scornful laughter, a stagnant pond
Of discourage for men
Whilst ageing not to be young no more
We grow naive with poor minds, weary souls
Thus age caries no wisdom nor oomph
To rectify errs of the past, though far ahead still glows
The lit of hope, the spirit to rise from the dust
To release my soul free and disrobe the coat of fear
To stand tall and soar above the horizon and reach the stars in the sky
Though I may never catch the time I let to flew away
Jul 28, 2016
Jul 28, 2016 at 5:05 AM UTC
Rarely in a while like zephyr winds
These memories invokes in my mind
Swaying lazily like the green foliage of the weeping willow
Always beautiful yet they hurt and still I smile through tears
Thy absence dries my soul, latterly life is barren
Streams ran dry to quench my thirst
Winter is every day ever since you left
I live only with cold memoirs in the emptiness of life, and even
In the depths of winter we merely need love to keep our homes warm
Fear slits my heart apart with surliness, yet
I still rely gullible, with hope in your sweets deceits
Awaiting, to embrace fondly all that is you; apparently
Merely all that was thine twirls before my sight
Never to let me free, or neither to eye further far from other greens
Jul 28, 2016
Jul 28, 2016 at 4:56 AM UTC
Far in the Prairie, nearer the shadows of hopelessness
There stood a young indigent shepherd
Under the hawthorn tree striving to rich up
Through the thorns, where laid woodpigeon nest
With marks through his body and bleeding fingers
Hunger let no man ever to resign, commonly fathering blokes
From the thatched sheds in the village down the dry hills,
The hunter, left children with moaning paunches
Infant feeding from milkless, shrunken ******* he
Fears mostly to hurl rocks up the tree
Eggs might fall and brake on the ground
Time flows wild with rivers not come again
For he might take longer, and squabs might hatch
And fledge to fly away, and his kids might die of hunger as winter arises
Jul 28, 2016
Jul 28, 2016 at 4:55 AM UTC