of fallen Gods.
for these Gods
will never learn
the art of falling,
so they just leave
to crystal clear
I decided that every written poem will have it's own translation in both English and Romanian. For how could I forget where I am and where I come from?
asa ca lasa
A pair of once clear blue eyes
And a small mouth in silent desolation,
both shut, but warm and so brave and wise
to fight against painful memory ablation.
A mixture of perfume and dust
Added to this peculiar presence
Or a puzzled piece of the sun at dusk
Mixed in a strong, bottled essence.
Some bare foot steps on an oaken floor,
wrinkled hands and silk curtains get drawn,
A gentle touch of both old and cold ****
And maybe the armchair contemplating yesterday's dawn.
who was that, passing on the main road?
who knows, but that ponytail looked so familiar!
now and here, when time seems to have slowed,
when no visit is ever auxiliary ...
there are no steps coming through the old door,
and waiting is the only thing left to do,
until all of these hopes will no longer be sore
or maybe memories will fade away too...
kept this from being posted for a few months now.
To my dear grandfather, who passed away in May.
I am dust.
Blown by the wind
And rained down
By evaporated seas,
I am dust.
Just a tiny piece
Just a flying piece
I am dust.
Through all days
I am dust.
And as dust flows
And as wind blows
And as my
Have a look at a piece of dust floating on a down coming ray of light. And exhale towards i, to have its course changed. That is how we both are, you and I, dear reader. Dust, on the waves of time.
Making little paper boats
With colourful bright page
Very light as it will float
The waterpool, its stage
Red, green, blue and white
So much fun, floating alike
Glossy paper, glows so bright
Some classy, some with spikes
I named my boat, "Thunder"
As the background was stormy
Some boats flipped under
Pictures taken by my mommy
Reading this, you might think
I am some preschool kid--really!
Don't let your hearts sink
I am an adult, you silly ;-)
Chapping on the roof
Little feets running around
Rat or a gecko
Partying with their mates
Too noisy, to sleep at night
Surrounded by thorns
That ****** her heart
She silently mourns
For they are her part
Life is worth every moment
Be paradise or burning hell
To hear vicious torments
And cry near the deserted well
Village life is so hard
To please everyone
Another trump card
Her soul had no one
Extended families around
All sit and eat in disguise
She sits herself on the ground
And hears their usual lies
She thought she'd study more
But got married off then
Life's just to and fro
Surviving with her illiterate man...
Inspired by a documentary.
I've already been to those cliffs
Which he mentioned earlier
After all my cries and sniffs
I managed to break through the barrier
The limits that are bounded within
My self restrictions of moving onward
The **** scars and my torn skin
Has eventually led me forward
One step at a time, reaching to the peak
Wild winds pushing me from side to side
As I search for the answers that I seek
Where in my head is there a place to hide
Thinking over my past and present thoughts
Of my importance in his life for once
A feeling of regret and self pity caught
Now I realise why he's gone for months
My ego and arrogance standing like a wall
Not letting my love and emotions flow
A last gasp on the edge, before my fall
He grabbed me suddenly with a blow...
Ego and arrogance, a silent enemy of many...tame it!