To have eyes so that I can see the best in people,
A heart that forgives the worst things done to me,
A mind that forgets all the bad,
An ear that can listen to the silence beyond the words,
And a soul that never loses faith.
Amen.
A Good Friday to all.
21/5/2020

Washing my hands even though
I know they'll never really be clean.
Too many stains
From the blood, sweat and tears
That will never be seen.
My hands may never be completely clean, but I won't apologize.
I did what I had to to protect, love, and survive.

Change:
I hate this anxious feeling just before a change,
Hate to have this feeling when I feel overwhelmed and everything becomes hard to manage,
Heart beat runs faster than train,
this makes me feel so drain,
Man! Why it doesn't have a stop
just like a train?
It makes me feel dizzy,
when I try to control,
Makes me wonder
from where It comes,
all of sudden,
I lost in its thunder,
And it does rain,
When it makes me completely lose my brain.
Hate to have this feeling just before a change.

She taught me alot of things.
But mostly regarding human beings.
That they can be a handful sometimes.
Coz they know nothing about being precise.

She told me to find meaning in everything i do.
And that dreams do really come true.
She always told me, she didn't have money.
Even after i saw it.

She always warned me about boys.
I didn't get why.
As i grow older,
I'm starting to see what she was talking about.

I dream one day, i grow up to be like her.
And give my daughter the best advice as well.
I love my mom so so much

Her feet rose and fell
between fields of paddy

the grass bowed
then looked up on her way.

If only she had wings
and the winds carried her to her sister
she could land right on the yard of her hut
and take her home by the return flight
but her mind soared no less
so before the sun favored the west
she was right by her
laughing and talking like the yore
with only a line of vermilion
that she felt had come between them.

Soon she looked around
and making sure no one was watching
brought out from her skirt a mango.

She gave it to her like
she was giving a piece of her heart
plump yellow green
with the most delicious nectar hidden within
and when she narrowed her lips
to drink from the gift
her tears poured like the summer rain
mingling with the cries of the parched earth.

I am ashamed
At how broken i am.
I apologize
For the amount of stress
I may cause in the midst of your
Efforts of trying to keep me held together.
I apologize
that i continue to fall apart
Before your glue has time to dry.
I apologize
That every time you pick a piece of me up,
Yet another breaks.
I am trying.
You are fixing me slower than i am breaking,
And i am ashamed.
Thank you.
Thank you for not giving up
On a broken piece of nothing.

So tragic was their love story,
That when a pen was pulled out to write its chapters,
It broken into tears of ink,
And stained the pages.
17/5/2020

Why can’t we live together in peace?”
Said Vergiliy, a great poet,
“More than for two or four centuries
We’ve been flown by violation’s
Wave and haven’t overcome it yet. ”
“Why can’t we live in friendship?” of course,
Ask we the question eternal, clever.
We won’t do it at all because
Nothing in this world lasts forever.
We live to build something as before,
To ruin and create out of dust.
We can never be peaced by war
We just want terror’s sense, alas.
{02.01.2016}

ВОПРОСЫ

«Отчего бы не жить нам в мире?» –
Говорил так поэт Вергилий.
Не два века и не четыре
Мир захвачен волной насилий.
Отчего бы не жить нам дружно? –
Задаём мы вопрос извечно.
Это нам никогда не нужно –
Под Луной ничего не вечно!
Мы живём, чтобы что-то строить,
Разрушать, созидать из праха.
И войной нас не успокоить –
Мы хотим ощущений страха.
{02.01.2016}

Translator - I. Toporov