dawn
settles on a roof,
softly feathering it
with light and air.

I hold your hand
As your bones grow cold.
I wish you didn't have to go.

I hold my breath
As yours fades away.
I wish I never had to see this day.

I keep your pillow next to me,
As my own muffles my screams.
I keep your picture on my wall
Because I don't want to forget at all.

Please.
Don't go.

She saw her rosey figure, looking back
through the reflective glass.
Five small fingers waving.
And no one else.

She walks through the crowd.
In her prettiest sundress.
And her hair freshly brushed.
For no one to see.

And when she cries.
Sitting on her bed in the crinkled sheets.
Who will see?

Every small tear that falls, whispers
"notice me"

The girl in the mirror wipes away her tear,
That's alright, dear
I'm still here.

I sometimes feel like ocean
lonely, deep and blue ...
What tomorrow will bring
not having a single clue

whether it will be calm
or if i'll suffer from strom
if moon will raise the tides
or there will no change in form

when people tell their secrets
i listen to their tales
like ocean receive the waters
and help the sailors sail ...

And when i get so tired
i want to talk to friend
like waves come to shore
in a hope that he'll mend

but then realization hits
there is no friend of I
like ocean stands alone
till the day it's dry !!

Peace resides, solace sheaths,
Love endures the hope time weeds,
Their adobe exists in a time long extinct,
Long left the living, long departed the dead..

treading carefully
uncertain of whether
   the unfamiliar ground would bear
   its new burden
the first steps
soon turned
into a dance & tumble
   of happiness & love
   & letting go
celebrating the wonder
   of a newfound world

further explorations
brought some tough encounters
   with the Other
after a while     though
it could not be denied
that this was more
than just a fantasy
   or momentary wish fulfilment

it was real

ever since
the joy of coming home
has mingled with
   the awe of new discoveries
and the pure happiness
of feeling
this new world
expand into the future
of our lives

* *

the little strong man
gives orders
to ****
    to cleanse
         to resist
he reminds
his frightened people
     of the glorious      
old
     victorious times
     and the soul of their nation

and when he is sure
     that no real news
     is shown on state-controlled TV
he broadcasts
     his rousing speeches and
     those heart-warming
patriotic
          movies
of another war
to elevate the fearful

he pretends
     not to be afraid
of laser-guided bombs
cruise missiles
stealth bombers
and unseen stratocruisers
that hit
   or almost hit
carefully selected military targets
and spare civilians

or so they say

the thought that one of my friends
   over there
might die
   as a non-selected target
because of this maniac
heats the blood in my veins
    clenches my fists
       chokes me
        with a wild
fierce
    ravenous
        cold
   ANGER

poplar branches
embrace steel-blue clouds
so they would not
    driven by thunder and lightening
tear off their tender arms

the trees bend daringly
and you anticipate
to hear the hissing sound
of splintering wood

it does not happen
their postures grow ***** again
clouds disentangle themselves
and continue their wild chase
for other arms

survived once more