I had a dream last night...
I dreamed I was inside a violin...
I was just a speck of dust....
So the place looked cavernous and majestic...
Like a theater...
And I was the only spectator...
I witnessed the birth of musical notes...
The notes got together and  danced to the wind and the rhythm of the violin's bow...
And caressed the violin's strings...
Becoming a majestic melody...
I wish the notes would have taken me with them...
So I could have flown through the air...
And in to the soul of anyone who listened to the melody...
I woke up when the music ended...
More than a dream...
It was a symphony...

I keep thinking the world has two parallel dimensions..
One where you live, breath and touch..
It is what you see..
Another one is where your dreams are...
It is where you would like to be...
Sometimes those dimensions overlap..
And your dreams become a reality..
Or maybe we live in a dimension where everything is a dream...
And reality is an illusion..
Whatever the answer is...
I want to write poetry that will transcend both dimensions..
Poetry that will inspire readers to dream...
And dreamers to enjoy reality...
what is your dream?..

The calendar says you are a day older than yesterday...
I don't think that is true...
After all...
Calendars are just a piece of paper on the wall...
And calendars do not know anything about us humans...
You actually look younger than when I met you 11 years ago...
And that is because sweetness and resilience make people younger...
People who are always kind and always smile will never get old...
In fact, your smile will always look like that one of a teenager...
Wide and special, lighting up any room...
And your eyes will always be sweet and bright...
As if you were a 5 year old girl...
Mesmerized at the moon and the sky...
This is not a poem about calendars...
It is about you...
The only rose petal that will never age...
It just gets younger and younger...

Stupidity is what some naive souls like mine are made of....
We keep Waiting for a nice sincere  gesture...
Or a smile...
That will never come...
Why I keep hoping you will do something nice for me..
Is a mystery...
Today you crossed a border...
The border of lies...
For I know you lied to me...
That is where my stupidity ends...
But sadly for me, not my love for you...
I wish I could stop loving you...

This is a poem written with tears...
I am crying as I was a coward...
And I lost your love as a result...
But I am also crying because it has been two years...
And I can't forget you...
But most of all...
I cry because I know you are not happy...
And I feel powerless to help...
I hope you find true love...
Because you deserve nothing less...
Yours forever...
The tears poet...

I have no friends...
I have no enemies...
For I walk in the path of solitude...
I am myself perpahs the only friend I have...
And I am my worst enemy...
I don't know anymore if I chose this path myself...
Or if life sent me on it...
It does not matter, really...
Life is to be lived...
Regardless on which path you walk on...
And whether you laugh or cry...
Although I already forgot how laughter sounds...
I just hope someone will read these lines...
It will give my soul some much needed companionship...

"What is a poem"

Poems are just whispers in the wind if there is no one to listen to them...
A poem without a reader is like a night without stars...
Like a full moon when no one is looking at her...
A poem is like a galaxy to be discovered...
by a reader who will treasure it in their heart...

"What is poetry"

...poetry comes from the soul
the soul knows no boundaries...
it transcends time and space...
light and darkness...
poetry only exists in the eyes of the reader...
or the senses or the listener...
and the heart of the writer....