You were a bright star
In the darkest sky
You were the red tulip
Among the garden's flowers
Every society or circle
Was proud to have you
It was not a surprise
Many were envious of you
They told lies and gossips
In every chance they had
They finally could succeed
In disgracing you anyway
All those liars and gossips
They were in my favour
I could prove myself as
The only honest lover
All other lovers of you
Judged by ears and eyes
I, in contrast to them
Used just my heart's eye
Ears and eyes on the head
Could sometimes be deceived
But who can see and hear
By heart, never gets lost

You were a bright star
In the darkest sky
You were the red tulip
Among the garden's flowers
Every society or circle
Was proud to have you
It was not a surprise
Many were envious of you
They told lies and gossips
In every chance they had
They finally could succeed
In disgracing you anyway
All those liars and gossips
They were in my favour
I could prove myself as
The only honest lover
All other lovers of you
Judged by ears and eyes
I, in contrast to them
Used just my heart's eye
Ears and eyes on the head
Could sometimes be deceived
But who can see and hear
By heart, never gets lost

You are proud
you are ahead
in your life
from your mates.

Don't!

Life is unpredictable
they can try hard
you can't foresee
even a moment later.

Beware!

If you've succeeded
reach a better point
it's not guaranteed
you stay forever.

Consider being in a desert
In bare arid desolate, lonely
Abandoned without any resource
All around you a vast eternity
Emptiness, not any living in sight
Terror and anxiety and fear
Of your fate, your end destiny
You have lost all your virtue
You are lost and it hurts you

Vast emptiness, without any edges
Like an ocean, without any shores
You don't even find in you the urge
To go farther, it seems to be no hope

This is how the writers feel
When their mind is empty, clear
Writers' block has stroke them
There seem that it has no end
The virtue of writers is only
Their creative mind nothing more
When it's all clear and empty
No hope remains, terror comes.

The worst thing is to be lost
In the endless eternity
Like a sailor in an ocean
Appearing endless without any shore
Unsure of any direction to lead to one

Love is sometimes
                                 a chemical phenomenon.

Our addiction to some smells and tastes.

Love is sometimes
                                of biological nature.

Some hormones in the blood push us together.

Love is sometimes
                                with social aspects.

We fill our solitude by being together.

Love is sometimes
                                something spiritual.

We find in each other, our soul mate.

Love is many things
For every human being
But in our perfect love
We have all combined.

Many women changed the history
By being the first in any area

Other women did it in another way
By lovers who loved them
Such as to try hard to gain
The hand of a woman they loved
Tried hard to change for the better
They did their best and by the way
They changed history by
Being outstanding and successful

In a cozy corner
On a lake's shore
We used to meet
For a long time
There was a place
Far from the trails
We could sit there
For long hours alone
We kissed and shared
In whisper many tales
I liked too much
Hold you in arms
We played such as
Two kids would do
Some times we did
That love thing, too
We thought no one
could harm our case
But for every tale
There is an end
Ours was that day
They found us unawares
Our lips were touching
Our tongues were locked
This was huge scandal
Shame burned us both
...
What hurts me most
Is but another fact
I can't see you
No more, ever again!

I can write books
Full of love songs
Only recalling
Stories about kissing
Those rosy lips of you.

Moment of peace, for soul and heart
Is when we kiss, and bill, and coo

Our foreplay that you love the most
Before we go forward, to the main part

You lie afterward on my chest still
I peck you, or neck, from time to time

Your silky soft skin on my rough one
Drains all my worries and stress, at once

This is what I enjoy the most in life
I wish we could do it always for life

Some accuse men of being lecherous

"They are ogler, they leer too lousy"
"They stare notoriously at a woman"
"As they want to bite her with eyes"

It's true that some men may will ill
But most men do like the beauty
That is put in a woman's body

I want to be free.
Confusion!
I feel I'm lost
Every day is a copy of the day before
Sometimes worse!
Dreams are lost in dailiness
My dreams are not as great as before
The worst thing is not what I am now
That is I can't even remember
Who I dreamed to be.

Lost in dailiness
A prisoner in time and place
My dream is now
to be free from
The jail of time and place

I was born in this small town
And lived here all my life
But I feel as I'm homesick
The hometown I never saw
This is a strange feeling
I see dreams of it every night
Memories rush to me in every
Spots in my life and work
I'm going to believe
That maybe these are real
Not a dream of an unsettled soul
But memories of a life
That I had somewhere sometime
A day I'll go straight
Back to my real old life

The world as you see

Might be different in reality

The sight as you see

Might be distorted dramatically

Never trust your own judgment

Until no prejudice in your mentality

Are you worried about your body?
Your appearance when in public

You see some are really relaxed
But their bodies not best shaped

Finally, I found out the mysterious
To be easy with self on the presence

You cease to be concerned of appearance
When you start to be confident in yourself

Only love could change that proud boy
Come out of his eminence to fight
For love, he seemed never believe
Even that exist in his imagination

This unjust globe prevents me
Being in a place that deserves me
We go on protest for this every day
With all the talents, the world is unfair
But we need our expertise in the reality
Despite unfair rules, we should justify
There is no point in a painless victory
Those fought hard remarked in history
Seeing the dreamland from far is easy
Who cares when you can’t find an entry
A boat is needed to cross to the other shore
If you can’t find one, you should dare to swim
No change for better without any threatening
On the way to glory, wild waves are roaring
To be great, one should accept the challenges
No good records in history for the jellyfishes

Such an enormous feeling
rush to me when I only
hold your hand, in mine.

What effect a hug has
to do with my soul?

What effect a wet kiss
can have on my heart?

Let me don't ask about
when our body can join.

Our souls dissolve in sync
but our mortal bodies, can't.

They can join just partially.

Most seek pleasure in love
Many gain pain instead
but for pure love, from loved one
It's hard to recognize pain from pleasure.

We are all imperfect
As human beings

Perfectionism is fine
In an abstract way

But in the real world
With all limitations

Good enough is okay
Let your work go

Don't be so worried
About its perfection

Don't pity
A disabled person
With a defected body

The worst
Imperfection is
A defected heart that

Incapable
Of letting love
Come in the heart

Poetry is painting
With the words

To transfer a message
You keep in mind

To express emotions
You hold deep in heart

Painting is poetry
Without the words

To transfer a message
Can't be told by words

To express emotions
You don't even know

The extreme joy is when
You combine the two

Does a man in poverty
Has any right to
fall in love
with a woman?

The poor man may destroy
Future and happiness for her

Does a man in poverty
Has a right to

Risk life of a woman
For only the passion
He feels in his heart?

He says it's protection
She says it's imprisonment

He says it's love without any limits
She says he controls me in all aspects

He says she is for him such as his breath
She says he holds me tight that can't breath

Where is the borderline between
Caring and support and respect
And control and feeling of being owned?
* * *
He tells her about a tale
As an example, of a leaf
The leaf was on a branch
On top of a high proud tree
It felt confined on the tree
It left the peace of the branch
But freedom cost was so high
The wind owned then the leaf
Turned it in any direction at will.

But she smiles and responses
I am not a leaf, but a human
I love you so much, it's true
But I can live happy alone
However, storms of difficulties
In life may be threatening strong
I live here with you because
I love you, not that for need.

Rain is the dearest thing to me,
for I am born in a desert,
and for desert,
rain is life sent to a dead land.

I am a desert boy,
so I can smell rain coming,
even hours ahead,
and I wait for it to come,
with all my heart.

For some of you,
a rainy day may be a bad day,
and a sunny one called a good day,

But for desert people,
the good days are only,
the few days that it's raining.

Regrets, griefs, sorrows
Heartbreaks that persist heartaches
The bitterness of past failures
Dissatisfaction of performances
Uneasiness recalling memories
Faults without apologies
Concerns about misgivings
Self-condemnation of disappointments

All like flames from memories
Burn All today's happiness
Future will be without joys
No pleasure of cheerfulness
Nor enjoyments or delights
Even no content in paradises
Or satisfaction of blessedness
Until one frees all minds

From all past regrets.

Saturday, March 2, 2019

I waited too long,
For the perfect time
To begin the journey,
From the status quo,
Toward the desired point.

The perfect time,
Never knocked on the door.

I finally found out
That trying is also
Supposed to be
Part of the journey.

Therefore the right time
To start is the time
You think about a goal.

One sought all his life
For his goals and dreams

He found most but not all
Still he was know as a success

But he personally felt sad
Deep in his heart a regret

For all things he sacrificed
To be where he had desired

Scar to the body
Heals but never goes unseen

Scar to the soul
Never heals but never is in sight

Life of settlers for a traveler
Is still and without change
Day and night pass in routine
No goal and no move to gain
A traveler feels the changing
Going on the way toward a destination
For every step he reaches
A bit closer to the final step
A person's life who change
Every day compared to yesterday
Is like that traveler
Trying toward a goal is a journey
At the end who went more
Who is really the winner

She didn't do anything wrong
Her love for him was so strong
They used to listen to folk song
Many happy memories for a long
She thought this she could prolong
That they can be happy for a lifelong

She was wrong!

Once in a sudden, she caught him cheating
With who, do you think he was meeting?
She found out this when he was twitting
Her best friend for a long he was meeting
Not only for once but always repeating
She hadn't done anything to deserve cheating

Except being trusting!

On a business trip
Far from you again
It's only for days
But it seems like years
I missed your hug
Kissing on your lips
Wow! Just now, here
A woman passed by
Unfortunately, she has
Put on your fragrance
She never has the right
To do this to me
She reminds me of you
But you are far away!

She is a peaceful soul
Looks for true emotions
She stays away from fakes
Prefers honesty and frankness
Her core characters are
Innocence and a simple life
You may think it's stupid
But she's proud about it
You may think it's easy
To make a fool of her
She may get jokes late
She may say silly things
But it's never important
She is pleasant and merry.

She left me that windy evening
When the sun height was decreasing
The globe was gradually darkening
As I knew later, also my own ending
The sun left the sky, she fiery shining
She too left my life, her heart burning
From the words, she couldn't bear hearing
* * *
The sun came back tomorrow morning
She never came back, I'm still mourning

Life on earth is mysterious
Especially for a race like a man
There are many puzzles about it
That generation after generation
Millions devoted their life to solve
Some of the mysteries in life
But living uniquely is the only task
Solving the puzzle in one own life
The only task everyone should follow
Solving the puzzle of the universe
Is not the task of anyone
Everyone should know why they have to live

Strong Woman!
Oh! Strong Woman!

The nightmare for the weak men
Who prefer to see weak women
Even though they're pretty sure
Humanity is built by women
History is shaped by women
Especially by the strong ones

Strong Woman!
Oh! Strong Woman!

Ordinary men complain they
Are not capable of any love
But they fear to fight for them
Winning their love is challenging
Then they declare a strong woman
She can't be such a good beloved

Strong Woman!
Oh! Strong Woman!

You can't withstand her stare
You can't deceit her with a lie
You can't rule her any time
You can't own her free soul
But if you could win her love
You are the luckiest, lucky man

We thought it's enough
For us forever
To only have
A perfect love
A pure love
That was never enough

The colors and universe are
different from the eyes of
various animals.
What is guaranteed:
that this world is not only
a dream of our imagination.

Great goal means challenge
Risk of defeat and failure
Going on a journey, a quest
From tranquility to chaos
As the goal's importance goes high
Risk and challenge also goes high
This is the difference between
Great persons and ordinary one
Some accept challenge and go
Some prefer to be calm and relaxed

The most thing that I love
On earth is that:
                            delightful,
                            graceful,
                            wonderful,
                            beautiful,
soul.

Those that are lovely most of the time.
Yet you may hate them from time to time.
When you are confused about their mysteries.

They are gentle, tolerant, forgiving
Emotive, half part of human beings.

Those I love most,
On earth are women.

Mothers, sisters, and spouses
That men could not live without.

There is another life
         That the rules of this one
                 Do not apply
                          So I can have your love

If it was not forbidden and sinful
I would forget about all the rules
I would come to you straight
And would kiss you in front of all

Your love is forbidden for me
With all rules on man's and god's
That fact never decreases in my heart
The flame of love that comes from you

It hurts even more when I know
You are unreachable in this life
Since the rules are set strictly
No one dares to try to change them

My only hope is that there is
Another life right after this one
That rules do not apply anymore
I wish I could quit this life very soon

I would go to that new life
And wait there for you to come
But I'm really scared of that
You may make me wait for a long time

Written: Wednesday, February 27, 2019

There is no sense of security for a lover
Even though the love seems secure forever

Who appears to be the most confident in himself
Fear of loosing has a place deep in his heart

The dearest and greatest virtue in life for a lover
Is love, and no one can be contempt with such a fortune

There is no unconditional love

At least
One considers one condition

His love be accepted
From whom he has loved.

A rider
was passing a desert.

He was to deliver
an important message.

He lost his way;
he spent all he had,
all the fool and water.

He was going to die,
in that endless desert;
life and death of many,
depended on his journey.

He found an oasis,
when he was hopeless.

There he met a girl,
a shepherd girl;
she was living there
with goats and sheep alone.

She gave him bread,
some goat's milk.

The rider forgot all
about his final goal.

He fell in love with girl;
Stayed with her till death.

Did he lost his way,
The day he lost the way?

Or did he got lost,
the day he found the girl?

To work, to live, the way you hate it
To wish, to dream, the way you love it

Many have this dichotomous life

Few found a way to go
From a  real life
To a dreamed one

Still more are struggling

This is good to know
That you deserve better
Many even don't know
They can really better

They never dream, and never try

You wish of being loved
Try to be as lovely as you should

Love is
             sweet
                       strange
                                     mysterious

No one can describe it clearly
But all can feel it certainly

Love comes in many forms
                                                Agape, unconditional love
                                                Eros, pure ****** love
                                                Ludus, playful love
                                                Phililia, Affectionate love

Now I want to tell you something new
If you want to feel the extreme love view

You should seek it in
                                     An eastern lover.

Every day and night
It seems to I have a trial
In my own mind
For actions and behaviors
I had long ago
as well as recently

These trials **** my days

I wish I could declare
Myself innocent forever
From all fault and blunder
In the past, present, and future.

Wars satisfy some people's thirst for human blood.

War is a place for some people
Who **** others to satisfy
Their lust for human blood

They are war traders
And at the end of all many battles
Come together to negotiate for peace terms
Many became war heroes and earn medals
In expense of the life of many innocents

War is a place of cruelty
Put on in cloth of bravery
Who kills better is braver
Who is killed is a coward
A general sitting in the command
Kills thousands without a shot
But only one shot of a word
He sits in his comfortable seat
Wearing the most handsome uniform
Commands thousands to **** in his name
In the end, he sits with opposing commander
Like two old friends come together
After a long time and drink and laugh
They negotiate about peace terms
Thousands of lives gone forgotten in vain.

I was mountaineering with some friends
We found an old hut built on heights
That was where we sheltered for a night
It was enough to keep us warm that night
People said it was built by an old man
Who lived in a nearby village for a while
He brought all materials a little at a time
By his donkey to the summit for a while
As he was working to finish this shelter
The Soviets were building the Mir station
Pretty the same way as did the old man
Sending parts of it in modules to space
Modules after module by rockets to space
They both contributed to human history
One is registered as the first step in the history
The other is never discussed in any debate
These tiny men and women are numerous
During the first day till the resurrection

Which is a more important contribution to human history?
If I had to choose I opted the old man's work
Because it helps many stay warm and dry