Seperating us,

That deadening wall of the unseen reality,

Pardon! Forgive me! For being a perfect impostor,

And showing you all that i’ve never been

I know you don’t understand,

That doing this was no fun,

for decades to build up a poisoning barrier,

That could stop us from being one.

But stop, my love,

For my heart is only yours,

And help me to lead to the sweet you,

And lets break this wall again.

But before all this promise me that,

You’d never question my identity,

When once i give mt feeble soul to you,

And once again we both come to entity.

But oh dear! What’s this confusion for?

That my head isn’t ready to loose,

And do i fear, but why to touch your bruised heart?

And leaving you; why am i onto making my own fool?

Howling in the dark night,

Out of you blood cold,

These never seen creatures have come out now,

Ruling in the dark forests and the never ending vast roads.

The growling of the foxes fade,

The roaring of the lions freeze in the hollow sky,

When they emerge from nowhere,

In search of that blood new.

Hungry for years,

They scare the universe and your body’s core,

They suck that red liquid out,

But still they want more.

Being jealous of the mankind,

They want to see its end,

Hypnotized in their own thoughts,

Beware! The ghosts are here.

That once pale moonlight,

robbed the vision of my poor eyes,

To make it now look brighter,

Leaving me unwise.

That once dark night,

Snatched the stars from my lap,

So not to be hated,

My happiness in its fame, it has zapped.

And now the spirits aroung me,

Want my body to shield their vanishing anatomy,

They want my level to lower down,

Tied me into their cruelty’s web; they won’t let me be free.

But no more now,

As i have woken up to the sun’s first call,

I’ll tame myself from that unwise to wise,

My wiseness,now i won’t hide.

You won’t believe this but my poems make me feel the love of a mother. After all my poems are as precious to me as a baby is important to his/her mom and a pearl is important for a rich and selfish person. Know what i mean?

Blinded by the light

Now you can only see in the darkness

Your shadow’s burned

Your soul’s lost; confess.

The light; inevitable form of energy

Has now taken over you

So find your way through your foggy life,

And enter to where the radience is.

You may enjoy your dingy existence

But from deep inside to somewhere out there it’s sucking your life out,

And you’ll soon become none,

The words would be snatched from your mouth.

So i am coming to where you lay,

The moon layering its light on me from above the starry night,

Our dead souls meeting,

Over it has been from your angst that strenous fight.

Deceiving me all around,

You left me alone in life’s merry-go-round,

Bothers me that what you don’t see,

I ask, why from under my feet you snatched my ground?

You made me lost,

In this world of images,

Where truth is nowhere to be seen,

I ask, so cruel to me why have you ever been?

You deserted me in this desert of mirages,

In my lonely life only a mirage you’ve been,

I ask you my friend, what went wrong in our friendship?

With a friend who’s always been so true to you why have you been so mean?

I know what,

You’ve entered the dangerous and invisible world of badness,

I feel sad,

To loose a precious relationship which could have been the best!

Nothing can I do other than to suggest you,

To look once in that mirror of realism,

To get a glimpse of whatever you’ve ever been,

And what in future you should be!!!

Lost in the dark woods

With the unknown ones,

Blinking of the amazed eyes is only what I see,

Howls of warnings is only what I hear.

Warnings for what I don’t know,

And alone I stand under the bright moonlight,

It’s beauty shone with the loss of sun,

But still I wonder in this pleasant air what warnings do they hide!

I know I haven’t done anything wrong,

So why do I have to fear,

Of their so called nonsense warnings,

And why should I shed my unwanted tears

I may be lost in the darkness,

But I will surely find a way out,

If not through the grand sun, then through this weak moonlight,

My worries revealed

Why should I let them have fun?

What i think is that poetry is the best way of expressing myself. The rhythm of few verses not only soothes my soul but also increases my thinking. Composing poems is my hobby and i love to do it as i feel as if i am spending quality time with myself and this thing makes me know myself much better. According to me hobbies make me very focussed towards whatever i do and builds up my personality. That’s why i keep on composing poems!