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kalo zadukr Oct 2023
It means death
It means  hope for change
It means difference on opinions
It means difference in nationality
It means fight for fairness
It means try to establish justice for all.


When it happens  in Gaza
Its not war
Its not justice
Its anything but humanity.
kalo zadukr Oct 2023
Day will end
so will night
people will talk about anything
life will go on.
still I won't be able to move on
my life is stolen like this poem
lost and buried under many poem!
People read many thing,
People forget and move on.
You don't leave me here
middle of mountain of words,
let me live with you
to get out of my stand still life.
kalo zadukr Apr 2023
You never said no,
I never got a clear yes,
Others came by
I said I would wait for you .

Then I waited long,
You kept me waiting,
I never got my answer .

I am still waiting after many years ,
You moved on  while ago.

My life passed by without  you,
You are now with somebody.
I am with somebody.

But I wanted to be with you.

Life is not fair .

Some people die without love.
Some people live wasting their love .
kalo zadukr Mar 2023
A lonely marsh, swaying like a bird's eye,
Come, listen to the twitter of the birds.
In this unknown forest, in the pine forest,
In the last shadow of the light, in the late afternoon,
Away from the city in this lovely evening.
Here the shadow of the tree floats in the water,
Here the shadow of the mind floats in the water.

Drifting like this, where did you go?
Come, my love, under this deep shade of the tree,
In this lifeless forest, come as a rain and fall forever,
Wash life , clean and tidy,
In this soil, new hope peeks through the dark,
The waiting time is over - the love of water and tree.

A lonely marsh, endless as a bird's eye,
Thirsty and tired  line of pines,
The shadow of the pines on the plain of still waters,
The union is only in optical reflection, in water - in it's deep bottom.

Where did you go my love?  Not far, but so far away.
What a wonderful similarity with this moment of the forest,
Steady, beautiful and simply elusive forever.
kalo zadukr Dec 2020
there are eight windows,
there are  nine doors,
under our skin.
Some see them
Some don't.
But I know you never saw yours-
Otherwise , you would find me in there,
inside of your heart.
kalo zadukr Dec 2020
it's been a while I am not living
but breathing.
it's been a while I am lost just like
a boat without sail in an ocean.
it's been a while I am uncomfortable to spent
Friday night at crowd but still feel lonely.
it's been a while I lost interest to talk
about the daily gossip.
it's been a while I can't do
what i suppose to do.
cause
it's been a while I don't hear from you
or see you.
it's been a while
you left a shell without soul in me.
kalo zadukr Dec 2020
Your house was at the end of the alley,
The weak sun was  blessing late afternoon on your white four-story building,
It was the arrival of dark winter , full of cold blanket,
I saw my downfall in your black eyes.

Crows in the winter, or flocks of sparrows,
The street was full of tired and cold people.
Nature smiles at the sun's assurance,
In the breath of winter  the air was heavy,
That day was the last day of December.
I saw my downfall in your lovely eyes.

On that day the dead grass cursed the gray earth,
The moon gave a box full of moon to a sleeping Lakshmi owl,
The doors and windows of the mind were closed forever,
The bones of the grave and the blind rotten flesh gathered, and dance till late night.

Life has been nowhere since then,
All there was just the dead soul.
The wife of sun returns to the darkness,
to find her lost love.

Our love was lost in the blink of a gray winter,
In your magic eyes, in my foolish heart.
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