A token of loss.

The fact that a trip can't last makes the illusion cruel.
And yet, you take it.
Who wouldn't choose that over this?
And yet, the thinking itself reached an end, dwindled.
You can't return
without leaving part of yourself in the site dwelled.

You find yourself at the edge of oblivion.
The tacit rapture. Tzion. Nirvana.
The heaven that makes you up.
The souvenir photo shows you
as you've never been yourself there.

You weren't even here.

Never fall for cosmic essence,
dwell too long in material desert.
Believe in seismic waves—
yet doubt the soul’s eternal whispers?

Where no star remains,
a parallel twin earth strains.
The universe threads
through each breath of  mystical souls—

Yet it is  Maya opal shimmering ,
or only philosophy?—
or truth

In a state of confusion,
Staring at the sky.
Seeking seclusion,
Never knew why.
It's all  illusion,
It's all lies.

I saw the earth swallow bodies,  
The sky steal back the sun ,that shines even to burn.  

I try to keep souls that end up draining me dry.  
All was just a dream,  
Believed to live in , suddenly, so soon, I had to leave.  

Like hell built in diamond bricks,  
And doors with every beautiful color.  
It attracts ,it forces one to stay,  
Even in the absence of peace.  

It was hell , it is, and it will be,  
Until we're ripped apart,  
With scars on our delicate heart.  

Until we start losing ourselves,  
Until we feel more than confused.  

Then later, we are forced to see again  
And it's better  
To sit with our demons again,  
But not in hell  
But in heart.  
For they'll sure be my teachers in disguise.

Любовница или наёмница,
На подсосе — верная женщина.
Суровых будней сподвижница —
Она рядом, тихо играется.
В игрушки свои наивные,
Что Воин Света подкинул ей —
Конфета на палке, липкая...
Иди на хуй, милая девочка.

Yaroslav Kulikovsky. Kiev, 2018 (c).

आहे मन हावरट, हवं त्याला सगळं,
संसाराच्या मोहात अडकले ते आगळं.

मित्रदेखील हवेत त्याला,
मैत्रिणीदेखील हव्या,
Relation मध्ये येऊ
अशा आशा नव्या-नव्या.

मान-सन्मान हवा,
वाहवाही हवी त्याला,
पण हवंय सगळं फुकट –
मेहनत करायची कशाला?

Materialistic मोह
त्याला आवरत नाही,
आयपत नसेल तरी मोठी गाडी घेऊ –
हरकत नाही काही.

हावरटपणाच्या या विळख्यात गुरफटून मन जाते,
आयुष्याचा शेवट मात्र फक्त राख उरते.

You were a beautiful cat to my gaze,
With eyes that captured and quietly swayed.

I chased every flicker, each playful deceit,
Drawn to your steps, though lost in defeat.

You toyed with my hope, led me astray,
Till breath turned to longing, then sorrow, then gray.

But one day I fled, broke free from the snare,
And saw the soft truth beneath all your flair:

My beautiful cat, with charm so untrue —
I was never your love… only prey to you.