Oh come sit,
let me tell you the story of this little child
whom i met not so long ago
and i remember him well in my mind.
his name but, i do not know
i surely did ask, but a smile is what he returned,
his face, he keeps a smile on it
and he smiles at everyone but him,
his eyes said, he had something to tell
but he seemed to speak little.
to me however, he did speak
nodded and smiled and told me things
and must i say, he knew
more than what his innocence should have let him;
forbidden knowledge, he did share with me some things.
but mostly he talked, of the beauty of death
and how dearly he wanted to dance with her,
he told me about a pillow so soft
on which he lays down not to sleep.
he thinks and thinks and thinks, things
he should not
they crawl out and vapourise out on his face
and in his mind he thinks again, "why should i,
live?"
and i dare not speak a lie,
death never seemed so beautiful
before i met this child
and engrossed i was in his words
(he spoke more than he usually does, that day)
but soon realised, i had works to do
before people can tell me what should i do
so i smiled back at the child and walked away from the mirror.
i meet him everyday, this little child,
he smiles and nods and seems fine.
_vargov_
May 7, 2021
May 7, 2021 at 10:32 PM UTC
thou shalt not live, if not for love
for thy hate perishes a living soul in thee
_vargov_
Apr 13, 2021
Apr 13, 2021 at 6:29 AM UTC
we walk at a slow pace
along the beach
yet hands held tight;
the night breeze playfully
brings her open hair
across her face
and i watch her
while she pushes them back
behind her ear.
and we keep walking
with bare feet
and leave our footprints
on the damp sand.
she looks back for a moment
and whispers, "we've come a long way..."
"together", i add.
the shades of the moonlight
on the sea, is beautiful!
_vargov_
Mar 20, 2021
Mar 20, 2021 at 12:51 PM UTC
With the break of dusk,
when the tangerine sun
shall flare up
the mighty vast ocean,
there shall we stand
and watch the seagulls
returning home
flying in the air (golden).
We too shall return
to our small cabin
and i shall be too keen
to make sure the last voice before my sleep
is from you...
_vargov_
Mar 3, 2021
Mar 3, 2021 at 1:23 PM UTC
I planted this tree
And now I'm too afraid to let it grow.
Where is my axe...
_vargov_
Feb 18, 2021
Feb 18, 2021 at 2:32 AM UTC
on that night
your eyes were drunk
as heavily as you were.
we sat down
star gazing,
and your sweaty, yet cold hand
pointing the sky
counting
one, two, three...
and i could tell
your drunken eyes held more of them
those tiny little stars,
and as soon as that cold wind of August
touched your skin,
you collapsed on me
shivering, wanting to be sheltered
and happily i let you in
in my tiny little cabin.
but what a misery
as the night dawned
you were now sober and
and the stars were gone
the little shelter,
you left it, wrecked
abandoned.
_ vargov_
Feb 5, 2021
Feb 5, 2021 at 2:15 PM UTC
Today, yesterday
and maybe even tomorrow!
There's always been
Somethin' pressing against me,
Against my will,
Somethin' i don't want;
to be left alone, amidst 'forced sorrow'.
I don't want to be left alone!
I ain't no different than you.
But you see, how hard i try
I cannot find my way out
a place among you...them.
Guess i need to accept
It is what it is and
lonesome shall be my
friend;
Or say, my only friend.
I once thought of ending it
But, yk Life is all about beginning
Never the end.
_vargov_
Jan 8, 2021
Jan 8, 2021 at 8:19 PM UTC
And for a moment
I want to rest
Throw up everything in my mind-
Joy, pain, worries of tomorrow, stories
of yesterday...
And... for a moment
Feel absolute nothing!
Life is hard indeed!
And maybe I'm just tired;
A feather too, might now seem
heavy
And hence let me
rest for a moment,
Ma, will you make my bed please.
_ vargov_
Jan 2, 2021
Jan 2, 2021 at 11:14 PM UTC
And just
when i think I'm fine
and have finally healed,
there's always
something waiting
too keenly
to claw up my wound again :)
Dec 24, 2020
Dec 24, 2020 at 2:25 PM UTC