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  Jan 2018 Budhino
Lior Gavra
The moment you forget.
Mind wanders with regret.
Eyes blurred, lose focus.
“What’s my current purpose?”

Is spontaneous enough?
Chasing a dream, tough.
As a child we rushed,
what was all the fuss?

The lost moment finds.
The lost moment unwinds.
The lost moment reminds.
Messes with our minds.

In that moment there is clarity.
We connect with our reality.
Understand humanity.
Endless possibilities.
Test our comfortability.

A chance to breathe.
Rebirth and see.
Are we where
we want to be?

Take that lost moment,
to reset your focus.
To find yourself and
your new found purpose.
Budhino Jun 2017
Plastic bags, big and small
Red bull's bottle
And two straws
Put them on the top
Small blue fire
Do not get too burned
It melts in  a second
Is it going to be as thick as the cloud?
As sour as your life?
Problems go away
Brain and body energized
No more sleep or hunger
All we get is power
Budhino Jun 2017
Big city hits me too hard
Leaving the door open
And it always sounds so loud
Even till the morning light
Budhino Jun 2017
The heights,
Same coffee
Same lighters.  
Tell me
Are you a fighter?
In a crowded train
Or the empty street.

2 a.m.
Eyes close or open.
The lights,
Or the city you never know.
The foul smells,
Garbage cans,
Humans swears.  

No flower to be seen
Old tall trees,
Grey leaves.
Your hood or mine,
It's all the same.
Budhino Mar 2017
I am a sinner
Who can make you a believer
Welcome to the sisters
Let us walk through the fire

I am your saviour
I will pour some holy water
Let you drink and fill the hunger
Your eye, your eye
Will never be the same
Budhino Feb 2017
The wind
Blew me away
Like a candle
On your birthday

The night
Was cold
Like you
Treating me, stone cold

I was there
And I saw you

A shadow coming
And my heart
Started screaming

You and the shadow
Was dancing
As my faith
Was shaking
Budhino Dec 2016
I walk down the street
My heart is tattered, shattered
Into pieces like unfinished garments
Stitches one by one
Still undone

I see
People pass by
Immersing in their little
Valuable and miserable lives
They don't know
Oh they don't care

Maybe, they are no different
Their hearts suffer of the things i don't know
Maybe, some are filled with joy and laughter
Of a happiness i never know
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