#annakarenina
It feels like
you just came
and visited me
yesterday.
The lemonades
and Anna Karenina
left open
on top of
the coffee table
waiting for us
to drink it
till there is
not a single drop
and for us to read
to debate
and to fight over
before we close it
and go through
another tale.
But you are not here
as the table
has been left
unattended
long time ago.
It was not
there alone
just like the day
we dragged it home
from the waste bay
and stationed it
at the center
of the hall.
It was full of mess,
dirt and marks
I can't hardly see
any signs
of love and
happiness
and pride,
the same feelings
we used to have
on it.
We used to run
to the grocery
down the corner
and laughed at
all the flattery
over the dinner
We used to kick
all the jittery
over the thunder
and shoved
the maturity
down the throat
but now we are
slowly getting
used to be like
a stranger
like a feather
off the duster
fly separately
on its own
to meet the final
destination
of its soul.
you are
no longer
here with me
to encounter
the thunder
as the lady luck
choose to
smile on you
and I fall into
the lethal oblivion
that stays longer
than the morning dew.
You may have
long gone
perhaps to the
end of the world
or to the center circle
of the endless whirl
it might be forever
or just like
the stay with me
that ends
prematurely,
but I hope
you know that
you will always
reside in the back
of my mind
at the bottom
of my heart
permanently.
Feb 19, 2017
Feb 19, 2017 at 3:34 AM UTC
Caught lifeless. Unbearably lifeless
Your body lies under the train
The darkness, encompassing darkness
Has taken you under its reign
Neglecting good judgment or reason
I joined your unnatural pose
In life’s most impetuous treason
The setting unshakably froze
Together we’re lying in silence
Yet lying in silence we lie
To those who will follow our guidance.
They’ll also lie facing the sky
We’re liable for their reliance
On false idols founded in lies
But only with youthful defiance
They’ll see through our lonely disguise
Semantics are lost in translation
The spirit, however, is not
You offer reconciliation
But really you offer a knot
I have to accept this **** offer
I don’t have the strength to refuse
Although it is sick and improper
I’m tightening fate’s thorny noose
Mar 13, 2019
Mar 13, 2019 at 10:05 PM UTC