Feelings died
in this archaeological site
discordant music stopped
In a vacant mind
I sit here alone

a blue
hue
disperses
pain
in
my
veins
i
see
my
pale
reflection
in
purple
dewdrops
i
don't
know
why
impassive
moments­
are
icy
fogs
i
was
tired
of being
tired
from the
onset
of depression
i
am
fed
up with
my
ennui

The parrots
fly
in the boundless
sky
They
will return
to their nests
at dusk
Home sweet
Home!
Their names
are
Heer
Ranjha
Layla
Qays
Shirin
Farhad
Romeo
Juliet
Trist­an
Isolde
Their pupils
are crystalline
Their resplendent
feathers
are iridescent
They gather
the honey
of love

Rasputin, tsarevich Alexei
you can find them in a book of history

history is like a tireless eyewitness
history is nothing but
ancient
collections
of eternity
seek out
the causes
of French
and bolshevik revolutions

the grandson
of Genghis Khan
Vlad the Impaler
queen Isabella and
Ferdinand
Lawrence of Arabia
they vanished
long ago
you can find them in a book of history

miraculously
surprises come
otherwise
you'll experience
dullness

you have gloom and glow
the tides have the ebb and flow
lives have joys and sorrows

what,when,where and how-
you never know!

I was greeted by
unearthly
midnight
or stellar light

I'm hypnotized by
the evening clouds

I espy
the busy
passers-by
or the silly
vagabonds

The round
earth doesn't pause
Proxima Centauri
doesn't pause
Ursa Major
doesn't pause

Colours change
The game
continues

I close my
eyes
This is how I can perceive
the sound
of silence
This is how I meet myself
I'm neither
a nihilist
nor
a hedonist
I'm simply
a monotheist

A gust
of wind blusters
My gossamer
scarf flutters

I open my inquisitive
eyes
I discover the mysterious
scene