Souls remain hollow and all know the reason,
as a lie appears like a theatrical scene without  
scenario and nothing to teach
like a painting without color and a single black tone
like a ship without  tack and an attitude latent and contradictory
remaining humble but ready to conquer  a world
would we dare preach a way so that truth might come along
and as someone said so many years before
“too much haste is too little speed”.
There is nothing more I can do but fill pages with ink
as everything old and good that remains slowly dies
at the needs of a  blind modern society i shall keep
moving though motions like an image from an old dream.

The greatest gift of all is to bear the pain
of your loved ones wihtout breaking and
as frightening might be that pain will make
you feel stronger to stand for them and
selflessly grant them comfort.

So many times i've heard that moving on doesn't mean
you forget about things but you accept what's happened
and continue living. From one side of the coin it feels
normal and healthy to do so but from the other side it
feels like containment to a secret agreement with ourselves
that allow us only to believe that we won't regret the choices
we made. Nontheless i gain some relief remembering
what my greatest love once told me.
"If you can think of beautiful goal in your life, a happy
ending, then live beautifully until that end."
I guess as long as i have life in me i will fight with all my
might to that end and if i fail at least i'll say i tried.

There was a time when mannners mattered,
there was a time that principles mattered.
When did all become so relative?
When did we begin to hover in the dark?

On Monday i leave for my military service
and i will not be able to read or write at HP
for long time. Maybe read though my mobile
phone. Just wanted to thank all those who follow
me at HP and read my poetry firmly. Did not
want them to think that i am ignoring them.
Thanks all of you for the likes and sweet comments
looking forward to read more of your poems when
i return. Wishing lot of inspiration.

To truly awaken is to see
the evil that surrounds you.
If you can not understand
and remove the evil within
then trapped you shall remain.
It saddens my heart to see the
pain and suffering you inflicted.
Now you can not return home
where shadows do not exist.
Sacrificed my all for truth to
reach out.

Our command of feelings in this world is magnificent.
The ability to transform our darkness, our pain into
rear newfound beauty.
Pain is easy to express but to use our passion to express
the pain or joy of our little world is something which
surely exceeds the grey around.
We've seen a lot, stood between black and white and
maybe we are not able to tell if what we feel is
pleasure or pain.
Love, hate.
Bliss, abyss.
Heroes rise and legends are born to die...

Dreams we've made, things we did to crack
the daily routine and melancholy, slowly fade away.
I believed that things would turn out differently but
all that remains are illusions...
My mind surrounded by iron bars slowly transforming into
a golden cage of a weird fantasy.
It feels safe but I sence the danger of living trapped.
Shadows and illusions whispering, consuming.
But if there is darkness there is light too.
I choose light.
We are the choices and the priorities we make
and character forms out of how we deal with tragedy.
Pick a side…

One of the greatest moments of our lives.
Patiently maturing our hearts for a beautiful cause and victorious
fall to the field of battle.
But patience easily gives in rage. It begins with a drop,
a single drop. Soon it becomes a river where anger is born
and from this fury rises a raging flood.
The tide wave changes and if anyone stands against
that tide, will drown...
All result of an unchecked wrath in prison within,
for this unjust and unfair world, where whatever is
good and true now watches like a ghost from beyond.
Waiting, faiding, forgetting, no rage just emptiness...

I wish i hadn't heard nor witnessed such stories,
so painful in so many ways.
Few are mine and other by people so wounded
from betrayal  and lies yet their hope is not lost.
With sadness in their voice and fear in their eyes
they stand.
With gracious heart they believe it's another chapter
to a never ending story and so did i.
Surely a happy ending depends where you stop
telling a story and that might be something to give
hope but also might bring destruction.
Reality does not compromise with reckless dreams
nor to petty excuses, i know that now.

You asked me once
"What defines a man?"
I simply answered
"His words, his actions,
his relationships not only of the
present but of the past too."
What you did not understand
was the time i refered to.
Best of luck, i wish.