post poetry

Under the rain
I seem not to feel any drop
and the wind touched not my skin
A love is growing thin
I cast my eyes around
and I spin..
Like a castle, it was meant to last
A castle of paper walls
falls so fast
My present is still my past
because under the rain
I seem to enjoy believing
what I once had
and forget to be sad

I came across your eyes
the first time
in years.
My heart is dim and shattered
Wounded, full of tears.
Now we suddenly meet
In the corner
Of a street.
We wouldn’t say, ‘sorry’
I wouldn’t move my feet.
Forget all the past
And let our lips greet!

I get up every morning
And see red flowers
By the window of my chamber
The very spot in which
You read me stories,
is now standing with no curve
Despite the long years.
I grew up with a soft smile
Whenever I see your face
Your lap and arms
Have always been
My safest place
Dear mother
You give me life
When I see you walking
with steady pace
Dear mother
Though you’re near
I long for you.
You kept me strong
And walked me through,
This immense life.

A beautiful curve
made by a flower
standing in the midst
of nowhere.
In every minute
and in every hour,
she faces life
with the least care

An empty space…
And a million thought spinning,
Spinning in a limitless circle
Over my vulnerable head.
I tried to neglect them
Even tried to run instead
They tell me to do things
Things I’m not used to do
Telling me to go, go to nowhere
To a place where people,
At least most of them
Would never look or care.
It has been months
It has been years
Since I last tasted freedom
My mind is bound to a time
Which, by far, will never come
I had enough of all notions
And the colorful meanings
of roses, rainbows and hope…
For me, the sun is never bright
And is always tied with a rope
They told me freedom is coming
But I saw no freedom
They told me misery will not last,
And that days will run fast
Yet here I am standing still
With no power or will,
but the sole choice
of tracking back my thoughts..
My million thoughts..
And go to nowhere.
Though I couldn’t yet comprehend
Is death worth to try?
Is it not true that,
a descent kind of life
is nothing but a lie?