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Я в это мире не живу ( Read more... ) -
Thus told me Farideh
I.
Weird are the ways how people
try to show how they don’t care
about the things they care most.
And in a silent desperation
they pull on masks they
never thought of wearing -
thus told me Farideh
II.
I’m drinking Farideh today ( Read more... ) -
It's Diwali and I got no candles, so let me break some bridges instead...
I am a piece of a broken mirror.
No one is here to collect it back.
I lost my way to my broken home;
I lost my bravery to be alone.
I saw few times who collects the pieces -
He stands between the unseen and seen.
I vowed to Him and I broke my vows,
I broke my right to unfold the dream.
I am a stranger with a broken mirror ( Read more... ) -
Borders
There is some strange beauty on the border between unsaid and said, some strength between defined and left to be, between path found on the maps and path waiting to be walked on... Borders and edges are places where beauty is born and where it is forever to stay. Beauty is lost once there is no mystery and no place for growth... -
Counting Holes
The holes of space that I am yet to fill,
the calls of life that I am yet to answer...
I move from dawn into another night
I fall from stars and turn into disaster.
I stuck between two realms, two suns, two lives -
one ceases to exist with or without the other ( Read more... ) -
Dream
I saw a dream that put me in between ( Read more... ) -
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Я не могу понять
Твоих созвездий узор
и лунных течений бег
в моей пустой голове.
Я просто хочу узреть,
как кружится шар земной,
кружится, как клубок,
свернувшись в моих зрачках.
Но заново всякий раз
мне чудится странный блеск
уснувших давно светил ( Read more... ) -
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Why do I want to take if I am the one ( Read more... ) -
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Why would you place on me this burden of dead centuries, when I don’t even belong to you? Why would you call me when I never learnt to understand your language? Have mercy! I’m already lost in my small simple world... but your tired face keeps calling on me from my dreams and I cannot say no. -
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So what do you think,
if I let it go
will it ever come again?
will it change me?
will it ever teach me
the same lesson
I was scared to learn?
You never know what life
is making out of you
till you hold on enough
to let it put the last stroke
before you let it go...
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I seat and gaze
how slowly raindrops die ( Read more... )