I stand at the coast of the Atlantic
…………………..
The tides are kissing my barefoot
Turning around in joy
The cold air whispering in my Ears
As if the airs carry secrets of my lover
…………………..
There are rushing lovely waves in ocean and thoughts in my mind
………………………
I’m in my illusion of own thought
…………………
An innocent beautiful "eyes" in my memory
The eyes between two different worlds
…………………
When I look into them
I sense unknown heavens
The eyes never rest in my eyes and my minds eye
The eyes are gleaming with greenish light
Those, which lights up heavenly joy
I always seen the eyes looking into me
………….
The eyes endlessly structuring my world into another world
Friday, September 30, 2022
Friday, September 23, 2022
HUMM......YOU
I saw you in my dream, again!
How I know that you the same
You changed though in time
Again, all of my dreams are light up
I’m reading a new dream with our old memory
I like that you are the dream rest of my life
.......................
I'm looking at you again
I’m trying to search my hope in your eyes
I try to say 'HI' with a low voice
May be, I want to get your attention
I'm not sure, already you might moved out of the myth
But you are creating a void
May be you are hiding from yourself and me
As you do always, you are never faithful to anybody
I’m looking at your eyes and back of my eyes
By thinkng there is still a little a human hope
Try to read your eyes to see the myth
I’m Searching for our love
I feel to say your name, again
I feel to listen to my name that you speak in my ear
I feel to touch your hand and lip
At least try to say ‘I miss you’
I'm not sure you respond to it
..............................
I fall back, why I should think all of these
You’re the one estranged from me
You’re the one disappeared in my eyes
..........................
HUMM......YOU
What is the love when we don't feel the same?
You might have taken different thought than what I thought
Of course, I don't have any right over your life and thought
...................................
Do you know, our love is very rare and dear to me
Your face reminds me all of our beautiful days of life
I remember, there was no day without your "good night" in dark
May be those days already told me a good bye with a good night
Why I think of you, as if you love me still
Why I have a little hope on love
That makes me a little mad
It creates an illusory contours of life
And fills the space of us
"fills me all"
............................
You do a lot of things in me without aware of us
Perhaps, we know our names not more than that
........................
How sweet your name has been
How many times I said it myself
How much I long for it
Did you see the riddle of my little soul srisis
You say, "What a mad stranger I’m" on the earth
...................................................
Perhaps, love is a mad man dream
How I know that you the same
You changed though in time
Again, all of my dreams are light up
I’m reading a new dream with our old memory
I like that you are the dream rest of my life
.......................
I'm looking at you again
I’m trying to search my hope in your eyes
I try to say 'HI' with a low voice
May be, I want to get your attention
I'm not sure, already you might moved out of the myth
But you are creating a void
May be you are hiding from yourself and me
As you do always, you are never faithful to anybody
I’m looking at your eyes and back of my eyes
By thinkng there is still a little a human hope
Try to read your eyes to see the myth
I’m Searching for our love
I feel to say your name, again
I feel to listen to my name that you speak in my ear
I feel to touch your hand and lip
At least try to say ‘I miss you’
I'm not sure you respond to it
..............................
I fall back, why I should think all of these
You’re the one estranged from me
You’re the one disappeared in my eyes
..........................
HUMM......YOU
What is the love when we don't feel the same?
You might have taken different thought than what I thought
Of course, I don't have any right over your life and thought
...................................
Do you know, our love is very rare and dear to me
Your face reminds me all of our beautiful days of life
I remember, there was no day without your "good night" in dark
May be those days already told me a good bye with a good night
Why I think of you, as if you love me still
Why I have a little hope on love
That makes me a little mad
It creates an illusory contours of life
And fills the space of us
"fills me all"
............................
You do a lot of things in me without aware of us
Perhaps, we know our names not more than that
........................
How sweet your name has been
How many times I said it myself
How much I long for it
Did you see the riddle of my little soul srisis
You say, "What a mad stranger I’m" on the earth
...................................................
Perhaps, love is a mad man dream
Saturday, December 06, 2014
yet to name it
I was sat on last wood bridge
Counting how many starts are there in the lonely sky
There is a star is missing, but still I find its brightness
What a fool I'm in your love
But a man will discover himself when he fooled by a girl!
.............................
My love is something
I never shared with somebody or anything else
That is only in my sight and me
That is a way I interact with the beauty
And every thought is inspired by it
But you try to destroy every thought of mine
Why I don't know?
When I share my love with people
I feel comfort and I got meaning
I think, Beauty, Truth, Freedom, love are gifts of human beautiful cultural
....................................
.......................
Again I'm looking at innocent blue sky and full moon
In the infinite universe, I'm a tiny part of it,....
Why there is pain in me, don't have all this universe with me?
Do I need infinite consciousness to become part of the infinite!
I don't know........
Counting how many starts are there in the lonely sky
There is a star is missing, but still I find its brightness
What a fool I'm in your love
But a man will discover himself when he fooled by a girl!
.............................
My love is something
I never shared with somebody or anything else
That is only in my sight and me
That is a way I interact with the beauty
And every thought is inspired by it
But you try to destroy every thought of mine
Why I don't know?
When I share my love with people
I feel comfort and I got meaning
I think, Beauty, Truth, Freedom, love are gifts of human beautiful cultural
....................................
.......................
Again I'm looking at innocent blue sky and full moon
In the infinite universe, I'm a tiny part of it,....
Why there is pain in me, don't have all this universe with me?
Do I need infinite consciousness to become part of the infinite!
I don't know........
Monday, January 13, 2014
In shadow
In shadow,….
I feel a comfort in hiding things in shadow
I hide my complexities from perception of folks
Quite endless moments, without words, treasuring
lonely and silently
By writing a poem for no one but my own imagination of
‘lover’
Perhaps, I write by thinking there is more than
oneness in my own creation of the world
I feel I’m not alone,…………..…….
……………………………………..
I feel I’m not empty but over flowing
Some parts of me long for this quietness
Other parts of me make me complicate
I feel a comfort in hiding things in shadow
I hide my complexities from perception of folks
Quite endless moments, without words, treasuring
lonely and silently
By writing a poem for no one but my own imagination of
‘lover’
Perhaps, I write by thinking there is more than
oneness in my own creation of the world
I feel I’m not alone,…………..…….
……………………………………..
I feel I’m not empty but over flowing
Some parts of me long for this quietness
Other parts of me make me complicate
Thursday, September 05, 2013
A lamp
A lamp on the street
Searching for its "identity"
In the scattered light and it's own "shadow"
It is trying to hide the shadows of the world but not it's own,..............................
It is standing and smiling whole night long
As if, it understands complexities of the self
Searching for its "identity"
In the scattered light and it's own "shadow"
It is trying to hide the shadows of the world but not it's own,..............................
It is standing and smiling whole night long
As if, it understands complexities of the self
Saturday, March 30, 2013
Friday, October 26, 2007
Last night
Last night
I was walking through my faint dream
A mild breeze kissing my bare face
And whispering secrets of my love with my untidy mood and hair
I walk on listening to my self voice,….
…………..
There is something diminishing in time
Nether I do not understand it clearly, nor I know fully
But it is a feeling, an illusion of my own thought
Thought always evolve in complications …
……….
A new thought born in these complications and the story never ends
.............................................
I walk on with time and my destiny
.................................
There are rushing thoughts created by my emotions,….
Each of them stupidly creating neural noise
Ages after ages,..........
The thoughts are writing my memory and my genetic code
How many experiences were dead before an emotion born?
…………………………………
Where are the people those were in my eyes and in my singularities of life?
Why people disappear everyday
…………….
I tired with my untidy thoughts
Tortured by my own reason and unreason
Never at rest, no life to entertain
What is in deep,.....a DNA, or, ATP,.....all burning and breaking of bonds
Where is the life, is it in chemicals?
How matter got life and lost it?
………………
When Ameba learnt to sense the light
When our first emotion born???............................
Matter with a curiosity
Matter with an emotion
Matter with love and hate,........
Matter with consciousness/rational
Matter with unconsciousness/irrational
Is thought just a magical arrangement of matter, like solid, liquid, air, particle, waves,..........................
...........................................
I was walking through my faint dream
A mild breeze kissing my bare face
And whispering secrets of my love with my untidy mood and hair
I walk on listening to my self voice,….
…………..
There is something diminishing in time
Nether I do not understand it clearly, nor I know fully
But it is a feeling, an illusion of my own thought
Thought always evolve in complications …
……….
A new thought born in these complications and the story never ends
.............................................
I walk on with time and my destiny
.................................
There are rushing thoughts created by my emotions,….
Each of them stupidly creating neural noise
Ages after ages,..........
The thoughts are writing my memory and my genetic code
How many experiences were dead before an emotion born?
…………………………………
Where are the people those were in my eyes and in my singularities of life?
Why people disappear everyday
…………….
I tired with my untidy thoughts
Tortured by my own reason and unreason
Never at rest, no life to entertain
What is in deep,.....a DNA, or, ATP,.....all burning and breaking of bonds
Where is the life, is it in chemicals?
How matter got life and lost it?
………………
When Ameba learnt to sense the light
When our first emotion born???............................
Matter with a curiosity
Matter with an emotion
Matter with love and hate,........
Matter with consciousness/rational
Matter with unconsciousness/irrational
Is thought just a magical arrangement of matter, like solid, liquid, air, particle, waves,..........................
...........................................
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