Rearing a fierce rain inside.
Wild, crazy, hungry,
yet humble;
Fulfilled like taking a day's last meal!

Escaping from the human language,
obscure talk among clouds.
Sweet scream across the sky.
No grim,
just waiting for sudden rain stream.

Lonely rain drops,
falling in the midnight.
Whispering to my drowsy soul.
Chilly wind touches the salted cheeks.
Melting my frosty pole.

The pure melody of rain is not for an impure heart;
Though the pure always meets an impure!
I wonder how thousand fates are composed in one hand,
Some unfortunates never find the cure.

Living in an earthly delusion,
Still thinking like a new comer;
Who expects again.
But end of the day,
The lonely soul bears that same fierce rain!

Observed every moment,
Counted every person I met.
Forgot some toxic approaches;
Though some dusts still be remembered under my feet.

Clouds across the sky
Apprise me of my forgotten dreams.
So many mistakes, done with regrets,  
Time to find my long lost gems.

Brutal truths always hide beneath an innocent surface.
So I wonder still something left to pay.
Dear God,
forgive my wrong treads.
Because this is going to be my last day!

5/04/2017

They lived in their dreams
They talked in the silence.
They clung to the immature ground,
Far away from being prudence!

They used to look up at the orange sky,
Together with the hopeful eyes,
Clouds gathered suddenly,
Heart beats picked up thousand sighs!

One soul knew the truth,
Never escaped the reality,
The other one- so obedient,
Thought its pair as a deity.

Today-
Distance after distance making them stranger again,
creating a bridge of an unprecedented consciousness between,
Breaking the false amour chain!

I am lying on an immature ground.
From where, everything seems so pure!
My mind knows magic is going to be happened.
My heart counts every beat of nearby heart!
And finds an obscure fence.
At the end, it discovers some rules, remembers those till it reaches at the second layer!

Now, I am the master of my heart and mind.
I know the rules they discover.
I think I have escaped from all emotions.
And all on a sudden, the soul meets a nearby soul.
Tries to understand the deepness.
The connection is achieved through silence.
Like a music in the air, butterfly in the stomach happiness surrounds.
My mind's stiffness goes away.
Every night, I used to drink the luster of moon with stars.
I prayed to God for the dream that has come true.

I never know, a brutal scene is hiding behind this innocence.
The mirror in my heart breaks into thousand pieces.
I used to gaze at the void hours after hours, without blinking.
Thinking about my emotion.

How can we be at the same junction, dear?
When you have a craving soul, mine is in real contentment!
You immerse in the darkness, swim in the depth of the haziness.
And I am here, letting the mellow ray enter through my shattered window;
Finding the bird from paradise!
How can we meet at the same junction, dear?
When your life episodes are anomalous, mines are called a princess diary!
How can we meet at the same junction my beloved?
Hell or heaven, they're going to engulf any one of us.
Wish I could soak your toxic breath,
remove all your callous treads.
I know nothing is going to happen, apart from tear drops on my salted cheeks.
My dear greatest Sigh, maybe we'll meet at the common road, where waving hands will born;
Will be waiting to say Good-bye!

Words are depleting like the last drop of water of a Bedouin's ***.
The first broken piece of heart knows the heaviness of anguish in a cloudy noon!
Distance after distance, making a way to forget sweet memories.
Today, the pale yellow day ends easily, fighting with the conscience.
Sudden howl of crazy wind shivers the dozing hair!
The little child comes only in the dream, talks like acquaintance.
Afraid of awaking myself, I might loose again.
She is lost suddenly like will never be back.
How my disobedient sleep makes me remember the people I miss!
My throbbing eye lashes wait moment after moment;
For the inner wave of rain!

Chilly wind outside.
Cozy alone time.
Breathing curtains;
Mellow sunlight filters through it.

Substituting the earthly noises.
Counting the eternities!

The sky is gathering the tiniest sighs.
Creating a dark cavnvas.
Long awaited rain is about to come!

Reminiscence under the ailing skin.
Boiling inside,
Sudden wave of tears;
Resisted by the deep melancholy.
Just shining, floating in the eyes!

Contemplation breaks at last,
hearing the sweet scream of clouds.
Rainy smell wafts through the air,
There's no point of being loud!

Silent roar of wind spreads across the land.
Remembering the inner gain;
Forgetting the episodes left behind,
now it is time to greet the rain!

It is a day without sky
Lying under thousand planets;
Remembering about the so-called fulfilled life.

Awaited rain will come at its favourite hour.
Stars will bloom, lust like fire ball.
Will I ever get my sky repaired?

A heavy emptiness inside the lungs.
questions about vagueness.
Finding the contentment
When there's no unpaid rent.

A perfect God near to my heart.
I used to draw His goodness to my will.
Forgot about His own distinct vastness.
Searching for happiness.
Very subtly I missed the calmness!


Seeking for a face that cool the dreary eyes.
Yet discovering the disparity among colors,
When sameness at the divine canvas!

Today, the only time to follow the still wind.
Inhaling the mid-night essence.
Sudden arrival of train breaks the silence.

Thinking about indulged moments I lived with.
Still I am in void though truly  fulfilled.
OH! God! I have found you just the way you are!

Throbbing hands
Rusty pens,
Sleepy eyes
Lashes die!

The beginning, the end,
Wearing the same.
Divine nature, how obedient,
So tame!

Bare room
Counting claps,
Measuring inner howl.
Taking thousand naps.

Open sky
Full of stars,
Hues among the clouds
Remind of scars!

Stubborn winter
Gives birth cotton snow,
Long verses;
Lost and aimless.
Seeking for a master to vow.

I know a boat called ‘life’
Where people come and go.
Few are genuine,
Later you will know.

My poems are aging
Like my shrinking skin
So feeble, so naïve
Tell me-
Will they be pardoned for an innocent sin?

I used to drench with colors like the joyful spring.
As if it lent the essence of most awaited love from two vague souls.
They don't believe in true love at the end;
Though the innocent part of nature endues those colors forever.
I opened my burning eyes,
balmy smell of mango burgeons touched my soul.
I can remember how I met summer.
When tepid aroma wafted in my lungs.
And greeted my rusty pen.
Then I met autumn.
I learned to forget.
I often heared the rustling of my reminiscences.
I became a deciduous tree, shed those memories like dry leaves.
One day whiteness spread across my rainbow surface.
I got stagnant and rigid.
I grew frosty inside,
enslaved by the heaviness like the clever fog condenses the earth.
And I acquainted with winter.
I wonder was it a secluded heart, that possessed these divine four layers?
Or, a decieved one, where deep anguish made a void once?

I saw tall eucalyptus.
When it was winter night;
When the sacred land was surrounded by smokey mists.
Such an ashen emptiness, layered with clever fog.
I saw them during the starry night.
The shiniest star crossed their head.
The silver star turned orange when the night got deeper.
And then, all the grown up stars reached so near to the eucalyptus; seemed like they would fall on the leaves.
I felt the soul, was enslaved by solitude in the happy crowd.
Whereas, other thought it a hungry soul, absorbed in the profoundness.
I faced the serenity of nature.
Where imagination was defeated by heavenly elements.
Where castle of word collapsed like fragile house of playing cards.
I was a voracious traveler;
I walked thousand miles, heard my own tread.
The land, where I found peace under her shed.

I am afraid of taking staircase when I am surrounded by people.
I afraid they will pass me, I might left alone.

I am afraid of staircase, when it is made of transparent glass.
I fear to look up at the frothy view under it.

I am afraid of staircase, its bumpy steps frightened me.
I might slipped anytime.

I am afraid of staircase, I wish I could ignore my old tread;
Just because my instinct often tells me to look back.

Yes, I am very much afraid of taking staircase,
I am too frail to hear my toxic breath.

It’s a winter late noon,
Is it a town or a village?
Or, just a soft earthen box?
Soon everything is about to be wrapped by the twilight.
Birds are returning home.
And, I am here with my sum up anguish.
Under the grey carpet sky,
Trying to organize some puzzled thoughts,
scattered on my rainbow surface.
Thinking about the slash I once bore.
I remember the merciless soil has just smashed my flesh!
I often feel the rustling sound of human feet.
But no one is there to rescue me.
I am circling, circling…
around the emptiness!
Remembering my lost verses.
Embraced by the haziness.
Where am I?
Suddenly,
I hear the chirping sound of a bird.
Has arranged a cozy seat on my window.
Its emerald feathers are layered with endearment.
And the crystal eyes carry blessings.
I wonder is it a bird from paradise!

I was always travelling on a cloud at the very last moment of my pink imagination.
I didn’t look up at the golden sky though I
took shelter in her arms.
I saw the thin ribbon like rail lines;
Seems like they have ended their journey and they used to meet together at a vague point.
Finally, I returned to my own mythical orbit.
And, found my lost verses for God and heard my stubborn echoes.