Life's hourglass stands quiet;
        smiles and tears
             entwined
                    in
             moments,
     taking my whole life
in its incomplete continuation.

In this age of technology
when switches and buttons control all
I just wish, just wish
there was a control panel
to control my emotions
so I could laugh and cry
or hold on to my pensive moods
as I please.

My eyes stare at the brown branches
at those stubborn snow,
reluctantly the body takes in
those icy wind across the meadows,
there is a wish crying, shouting,
another banging its head
on the doors of spring,
while futile wishes ring bells
asking again and again
"Oh,  snow when will you melt
and sweet spring breeze,
when will you be blowing ?"

I wish and wish
that my impatient heart
could strike a note
on the strings of spring
to make it sing
all the tunes it is hiding.

The thought room
where is that,
inside the chest or the mind?
Its too crowded with
unwanted beings
too many I want
to sit and have tea with
and too many again
I feel like driving out
so don't know
what to say.

Perhaps I should ask to dinner
those who stand with ambivalence?
What do I say to them all?

Its my body I know
but how they crowd me
is the cruel reality,
what do I say?

Do I dare even utter
that deep inside
I just want to be alone?

too many bad memories crowd
in the chapter of the past,
want to erase
no eraser works,
want to delete
keyboard doesn't click,
drink wine
to be out for the night,
gin, red wine, champagne  
none work,
sleeping pills give nightmares
of those past days.

I am chained
to bad memories,
please past
go, go away
and let me live
in freedom
a day without you
for just a day.

hey poetry, lovely words
good moods, sweet smiles
where have you gone?
Troublesome life washes away
waves of gladness
found in poems
and instead delivers sand
to my clear streams;
streams of happy thoughts.

Hey sweet poetry
please, turn around
come back to me.

Snow and cold may have given
aching bones, shivering body,
frostbites and numb states,
but deep inside
in my heart, in my soul
there is warmth
of a special kind,
a spring breeze
with a delicious touch,
for every snow-day
you hold me tight
and whisper those words
" I love you"

Polar Vortex can come
with all the snow it wants
but the fire inside
will never be out
you know.

Oh, my Johnny
I don't want snow to go,
for life will take
when spring wind blows.