Paradox... Is it?

Memories

like clouds of hatred,

pregnant, heavy

with a storm.

Life

can be a cruel prankster,

smiling bully,

petty thief.

Hurting

every single morning

tears slowly

welling up.

Time

is not a mercy healer -

sanity is 

but a choice.

Whispers,

words from cryptic verses,

spell the future

of the world.

Is the life’s

entire structure

built with blocks

of paradox?

Shooting A Dream

(To V. Lad)

So many choices  

yet uneasy is to decide on only one;

I have a dream

I am still not yet ready to shoot down.

Into my dream I fall asleep

and see the universal wisdom,

before I weak up…

I fall asleep again into my dream.

What is the point to see the wisdom…

If the concept is unconscious  

when one looks up

or one looks down below?

How one decides what’s true

not merely reflection,

when hell will end

and when the life will finally begin?

If dream

was even the inception,

the truth about the world –

another lie…  

Is it so simple? Or is it complicated?

Gun down your dream!

Don’t let your dream

to shoot you in the back...

Soul longevity

How many demons one can live with

and survive them, and have the power 

and the will to stay alive?

Pick up the pieces of one’s soul and

put them back together,

put on one’s clothes

and walk again into the dawn.

Pretend there has been  

never nothing broken

in one’s entire miserable life…

How many patches

souls could bear to be sewed,

before the broken pieces

are so many and so small,

that one more breakage

will be finally sufficient,  

for one’s poor soul 

to finally dissolve?

Just a bad dream (Australian Inferno)

An awful dream,

distorted vision,

I see destruction

and despair.

Like cracked, dry lips

the ground grey, broken

an oozing lava down below.

The trees, the grass,

all living creatures,

reduced to ash

by heat from hell.

I’m running wild,

inhaling fire,

the biting smoke

is gulping off my lungs.

The deadly droughts,

the forest fires…

We ate the world –

the world will slowly eat us all.

It was a dream -

just horror story…

where the earth

eats me alive.

The Second Prayer

Now you count to ten,

inhaling, exhaling.

Now close your eyes,

dissolving your thoughts.

Let the breaths

slowly smooth your tension –

mute the mutter of the

Wild Wired World.

See your eyes

in the dark cold reflection,

find the place

where your memories lie.

Feel the pulse

relaxing your body,

let the universe

inside your space.

Feel the night,

let it be your shepherd,

tomorrow to face

the next of your days.

Count to ten,

inhaling, exhaling,

nothing counts –

now you are at peace.

Deliverance

To L.

I saw you in dreams,

in wild fiction stories.

Your bright, pretty eyes,

and sweet dimpled smile.

When you have arrived,

after years of waiting,

the first time I saw you,

your beautiful face…

First, I have smiled,

then I have kissed you,

then, I’ll confess,

I even have cried.

Because, after all,

you’ve just been delivered.

You are my baby –

my life’s now complete.