Sunday, May 29, 2011

Untitled Poem # 27

I would like to think
I am the very
First mortal
He has ever revisited
From the land
Of immortality
His growing beard
So vividly pressed
Against my cheek
His grasped, fatherly embrace
Warming my fearful
Then, tears welled up
In acceptance
He is dead
The encounter retold
Yet, mine and mine alone
Let it remain
Mine and mine alone…
For he was mine
And I was his
Yet he’s dead
And I still live…

Thursday, May 26, 2011

Untitled Poem # 26

Each second is fleeting
The rapidity of it almost unconquerable
I became explicitly aware of
The air which enters my nose
The very same air which my life
Depended on…
Each minute is a toil
The burden of waiting
Yet, I continue to breathe
Not giving up on dear life…
Each hour seemed like a race
Between a team of turtles
And a herd of snails
That it seemed difficult
For me to live another minute
I will love myself
Because nobody can ever truly
Love me other than myself
That way
Every second, every minute
Every hour
Would be bearable
That way,
I can continue to live…
Even if I have nothing
And nobody
Even life itself is not worth living for.
For in reality
I live alone
And I die alone…

Monday, May 23, 2011

Untitled Poem # 25

I am filled with anger and resentment
Towards the life I have now
Not because I am not satisfied
Because somehow I am
But because I seemed to have not
Satisfied the world, the people
And life itself
I am filled with sadness
Not because I have never felt
Happiness before, for certainly I have
But because of the sadness that goes
Along with the happiness which
Seemed inseparable, inescapable
I am filled with despair
Not because of a life suddenly turned wrong
Because everything seemed right
But because nothing more can be done…
I seemed to be dead
Not because of a lifeless life
But because I continue to live…
Life is filled with emptiness
Not because of nothingness
Because everything seemed full
But because of that fullness itself,
That suffocating fullness…

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Untitled Poem # 24

Look at the flowers
They are so full of beauty
So full of hope
So full of passion
So full of life
For now
For tomorrow
For the next ten to fifteen days
Then, comes
The inevitable…
Listen to me
Hear me speak
I sound so real
So full of thoughts
So full of life
So full of dreams
For now,
For the fleeting now
Then, the unexpected…
Flowers live for days
I live for years
Flowers live for butterflies
For nature, for people
For bees
I live for nothing, for nobody
For years…
Flowers are merely flowers
I am a human being
This world does not deserve me
The world deserves the flowers
But the flowers deserve me
One day, I went to the cemetery
Stopped in front of a deathbed
Which cuddles
An unknown person
I saw flowers with blood red
Petals, picked two of them
And brought them home
Look at the flowers…
Look at the flowers again
By this time perhaps they don’t look that
Beautiful anymore the way they once were
Listen to me again…by this time perhaps
I don’t sound so alive
For the inevitable, the unexpected
Has finally arrived.

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Monday, May 16, 2011

Untitled Poem # 23

Death is
Birth is
One mournful
The other joyful
Some mistake
One for the other
One can say
If death is death
And birth is birth…

Today is the first day of the rest of your life! 
A new beginning! 

Dying and being born...

Wednesday, May 11, 2011

Untitled Poem # 22

Let the face
A mystery
So mortals
May continue
To seek
To pursue
To listen
To believe
And to
Look forward
To immortality
The face
I will wait until then.

Monday, May 9, 2011

Untitled Poem # 21

He felt so old and fulfilled
Very much fulfilled in fact
Yet so alive
How can life lose
Its meaning all of a sudden?
How can one reconcile
Such a paradox
Of a completed life
To that of an empty
Well-understood patterns
Intricate patterns
So familiar
So commonly called life…
How can one be so eagerly
Waiting, anticipating
Of gravediggers
And old churchyards
Turned into
Yes…how can one talk
So freely of death?
Ahh… at his stage
Death is no longer a mystery
But just another clumsy step…

Wednesday, May 4, 2011

Untitled Poem # 20

The fine network of wrinkles
Cover overload of questions
The long deep black lashes
Cast not only shadows
But deep worries
The closed-tight lips
Curtain words
Which remain not
In her deep slumber
The deepest
Darkest dream
Overshadows fear
Fear of a mother
Losing her child…
(I fear more of the vision
Of losing a mother…)

Monday, May 2, 2011

Untitled Poem # 19

You have once touched
The heart of a numb soul
You made a song
Out of the crumbled dreams
The soul had
You made her whole again
Now, you’d be lowered
Down to your grave
And solitude
The soul knew
What you wished for
She, too, wanted the same thing…
But you, yourself can tell
How your majesty
Was left unmoved, unexplored
Down to your deathbed
There’s no solace
Only turmoil
Which would constantly
Thunder in your head
Like wrathful gods
But the soul and you
Would be like inextricable coils
Nothing will ever keep you away
From each other
And although you
Can’t be together
You’d never ever be apart…
When you died
She ceased to live along with you
For you and the soul are one
A creator of life
And in your deathbed
There’s a desperate wish
That it may just be
An ephemeral cessation
I whispered the same wish to
The gods too.

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