Poem.37 All the Cells of Yours

All the Cells of Yours…

Beauty has left its eternal mark

On the delicate face of yours

And grace has breathed into

Every vein of yours

Pretty scent of youth has

Embraced every limb of yours

Yet life, yes sweet life

Has left the heart of yours!

Poem.36 Omnia Vincit Amor

Omnia Vincit Amor…

Walking on this desperate street

Trodden by hasty shoes

Of passersby who do not notice

How lonesome the stones beneath are

Anger and joy, shame and sorrow

Have carved emotions

On the faces that pass

And fade into darkness

Now sitting on a rusty bench

My eyes fly far to grasp

Every ounce of affection that eyes

Bestow on dying flames within me

There an angelic figure halts

And lets the velvet look of those

Delved-in-black eyes

Penetrate the depth of my soul

And out of the delicate ashes

Left from a burnt and shattered heart

A once-frozen fire is lit anew.

Blocked veins surrender to the flooding

Force of life which flows

To quench each cell’s thirst

For the burning nectar

Of love…

Poem.35 Standing on The Edge of Universe

Standing on The Edge of Universe

Standing on the edge of universe

I look back and see

The filthy masses

Wriggling in the mud and manure

Of ignorance

Beast of evil nature

Tearing the wise throat

Which utters the unfathomable truth

Which being intangible

Becomes the best excuse to

Behead the speaker

With teasing axes

Of stinking verbosity

In the meanest land on the Earth

Herd of bloodthirsty parasites

Gather to stone The Undeniable

To death

Assuming that

Dregs of wisdom

Can be wiped out

And pure rotten life

Can be swallowed

And taste like frozen honey

And I, standing on the edge of universe

Detached from the carnal territory

Of shepherd-less cattle of vultures

Breathe the enchanting scent

Of transparent prism of truth

While the soothing breeze of freedom

Blows to whisper

That Academy of Eden

Cannot be far…

Poem.34 Dark Corners of Our Streets

Dark Corners of Our Streets

Moon is stretching its silvery empire

To every dark corner.

Darkness is losing the battle,

Its last strongholds are lost,

Soldiers of lunar army

Have conquered

And night is imprisoned

Behind silver bars…

I am walking alone

On this solitary path

No one to wait for

No one waiting for me

Dogs barking sound

Sends a shiver all through my spine

Heartless cars and passersby

Come and go

Ignoring the poor little boy

Who lies on the pavement,

Stretching his hands

Hoping for the light

Of a shining coin.

Hunger is fumbling inside

His thin, weak body

To find his heart

And make it stop…

And I unable to help

Can just wonder

What will become of him?

What will become of me?

What will become of man?

Poem.33 Going Down...Lower....Lower....

Going down...lower…lower…

Black

Galaxies of tiny stars

Virgin planets awaiting discovery

Naughty meteors and shooting stars

Playing hide and seek

In the eternity of dark and vast

Empire of aliens

Blue

Fluffy white pillows on an azure mattress

Welcome the golden sun to lie

And breathe fire to

Enliven the world beneath

Green

Long branches of trees stretch far

To bestow the cozy shadow of leaves

On the weary passersby

Brown

A silent and private corner

Deep in the heart of the earth

Where the world above is not welcome

Under a white sheet

Lies a man

I am the man…

Poem.32 Whirlpool of Sorrow

Whirlpool of Sorrow

Pulls the trigger…

Bang…Bang…Bang…

Blood and nothing else…

Screams, shouts, horns

Rain, wet, soaked

Ringing bell,

Cheerful faces full of hope

Colorful clothes, bags, umbrellas

A worried look, anxious to get home

A cloaked figure

With malicious gaze

At the passersby

Crawls into darkness

A ringing sound…

No movement, no answers…

Answer machine mourns

Over the sad message

A shaken figure,

With torn clothes

Holding the last drops of money

In her clumsy hands

Falls into a drunk pit

Calls out for her son

Knocks on the door…

No movement, no answers…

A piece of paper

Words shrouded in sorrow

Waiting to be read…

Cloaked figure reaching into his pockets

For the little pink and blue boxes

Tears the ribbon…

“Oh … a silver ring”

“Oh… a teddy bear”

The bear soon finds itself

Lying on a pile of trash

The ring glowing in a shop window

The worried face reaching the doorstep

Afraid to knock

To enter

To call his mother…

A note awaits him

To take him deeper into

Whirlpool of disillusionment

The shaken figure has managed to get up

Fumbles in the darkness of water

For her dropped coins

The cloaked figure is at home now

Stretching its evil feet on the sofa

In his cozy house there is fire

Dancing flames of warmth

Ensuring him of his happiness

The worried face is now drenched

Not with the rain but watery lavas

Of his volcanic eyes

The shaken figure is on her way

To her home

Where her son may be waiting

For bread and butter

Their royal food!

The worried face hears

Knocks on the door

Rushes to see his mom

“How should I tell her?”

The shaken figure comes home

Only to see her son with

A mourning look

No need to ask

No need to say

Sorrow has devoured

The only possession left to cherish

Family…

Poem.31 How How How...

How How How…

How beautiful the rain is

For no one can see

Me tears…

How comforting the snow is

For no one can find

Traces of my feet

When it melts away…

How curious the sea is

For it roars and then

Resides to silence…

How free the sun is

For no one can claim

To own its rays…

How delicate the moon is

For it hides behind the clouds

Lest some shadow steals

Its silver beams…

How magical the night is

For you whisper your fears and worries

And it listens, calms you down

With dreamy lullabies…

How secretive the life is

For you cannot know its secrets

Unless you unfold yours…

Poem.30 Nothing, Nowhere, Never…

Nothing, Nowhere, Never…

Weary and bored

Wandering along a path

Which leads to nowhere,

I come across nobodies

Who, having nothing to say

Say the nothing loudly and pass

I come across no ones

Who can see nothing

And see it beautifully

I come across nobodies

Who hearing nothing

Hear it clearly

Sharp ears they have!

I have seen the non-entities

Who prove their non-being

By their nonverbal intellectual remarks

On the never-ending subject of Nothing

Nothing matters here in this

Neverhood of nonexistence.

Nobodies are everywhere to be seen

Everywhere to be heard

Never but in nothingness to be

Is to be nothing but being nothing…

Poem.29 The Fallen Trial

The Fallen Trial

Chained angel is brought forward

To face his dark charges

Jury of angels in the Divine court

Has forbidden him to have an advocate

He is satisfied for he feels he can defend himself

What a pity!

Order! Order!

Here the Judge Cometh!

Rise! What’s that look on the Fallen’s face?

Is it mockery or grief?

Is it regret or joy?

But who cares?!

Let’s go to business!

-You are the Fallen. Is that not so?

- I am the Fallen but I was made to fall

- You are the Traitor. Is that not so?

- I am the Traitor. But I was created to betray

- You are the Disobedient Angel. Is that not so?

- I am. But I disobeyed what I considered as evil

Till soil was raised, fire belittled

- You are condemned for Eternity to stay in Hell

Objection Sir!

Overruled!

Objection Sir!

Overruled!

Objection Sir!

Overruled!

Is it much to ask for few last words?

(….pause…)

You can proceed!

Behold what thou have created out of dust!

What calamities it has brought upon itself

And the other creations. Thou Almighty

He has polluted the air, cut the trees, burnt forests,

Massacred the animals, hunted the birds

Showed no grief when murdering his own kind

Millions and millions are killed, wounded, maimed

Is he innocent? Did I make him like that?

Did I deceive him to set fire on Indian Tents?

Did I lure him to build bombs?

Did I make him like that?

I am evil

I am condemned for I made a choice

Not to kneel in obedience to dust

But what will come out of man?

The Court adjourns…