People throw words left and right,
As if they are things you can pick back up and hide.
Empty promises - drifting in their dust,
Look around - we drown in lust.

What's right or wrong? What's true, where's a lie?
From caterpillar you'll turn into a butterfly.
All your problems ain't real,
Tell me what you truly feel.

Bright colors of your clothes - have no appeal.
High shoes, high mind - spinning your brain's clock-wheel.
Springs and bells, balances and dial pans
Will go out of order, out of fans.

Your words will fly away, like flock of birds,
They won't return in spring, won't come back in colossal herds.
Think twice what you let go and say,
You may not have another brighter day.

Stop living up to false enchanted dreams,
Look down from the high beams,
Are you a hunter, or are you a prey?
Don’t let your day to pass away.

Don’t reach for the Moon when you are going to Mars
Its not just some code that is easy parse.
Aim higher then your head,
Wine spilled - it’s cherry-red.

Don't let someone to whisper in your ear,
What's best to do, and when to disappear.
Just follow your instincts,
Your life will be unlinked.

You are a hurricane, swirling around your lives,
You're trying to be peaceful when someone is throwing at you knives.
From house to house you travel in swift dance,
In Sufi gathering you found another chance.

So wild, but yet so pure and quiet,
Yourself - you can revolve a riot.
With tropical cyclones you rapidly move in,
Behind you not always leave a ruin.

Rebirth, reset and reconstruction,
Comes after your soft kind destruction.
You can rule over any man,
On future's life - you have no plan.

No matter if you blow or just breeze in,
You know for sure who you are from within.
Just be your own distinctive self,
And put your harsh past on the shelf.

They don't know you like I know,
Precariously balanced life taking its toll.
Don't be a Theseus, I'm not an Ariadne,
No threads to pull in our mazes, madly.

Its not a puzzle, we made our sacrifices,
No battles here to fight, no throwing dices.
You can never pretend to love or hate,
Nor can you hide your anger or elate.

There is no riddle, no evil lion-sphinx,
You're not an Oedipus, who's journey above links.
The problems you are running from - just face it.
I hate to know that I need you - embrace it.

In country far away from thee,
There was a man who's mind explored carefree.
He used to sit alone in seashore's darkness,
And think about constraints and harshness.

On other side of land - she lived in deepest woods.
No trail, no true man's foot there ever stood.
She weaved her thoughts into a Persian rug,
And bathed at night in deepest waters with Naiad.

No match for them, no equal pair.
They were too busy running their warfare.
A jarring battle in a state of peace,
A conscious choice, not a decease.

With birds she flew above the sea one day,
With seagulls, cormorants and osprey.
He saw a glimpse of someone's hair,
But yet, he deepen in despair.

She saw a man, who looked demean.
And to fly closer was she keen.
On rock, behind the tree -
Her wings were rested with a key.

Man saw her once, the statue's silhouette,
And traits of trust he suddenly beget.
No words, no sounds was spilled in silence,
Their foreheads slightly touched - compliance.

Nature with its numberless powers
Can twist or turn, bend or devour.
And those who won't resist the wind,
Will grow the bearing trees within.

"Dripping water hollows out the stone" -
Ovid says with his baritone, -
"Not through force, but through persistence"
Know nothing we about existence.

So small in wast titanic world,
Great powers, people think behold.
Imprudent brains, stop tossing into nature
Your greedy power's ruinations.

For Nature won't be still and silent,
Will sweep your nation's floor with violence.
Just stop pretending you live here alone
And Nature might just leave us on our own.

A cup of tea and old white slippers,
Few brushes and few orange bitters.
Turquoise curtains, striped blue bed,
Fresh clothes drying on the rack.

No wind comes in, its warm and cozy,
And bath is full of water, foamy.
Old paintings on the wall and new fresh paint.
And movie playing - no constraint.

A peaceful mind, a steady growing grass,
No fights, no broken crystal glass.
Just me and someone greatly dear
Stepping into a fresh new year.