Time Flies
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This is it.
Time flies.
It’s a sneaky trick, I tell you
Never to capture it
Always elusive, deceptive…
Only the marks on our body
Betray the existence of it.
Time.
What a phony thing
To depend on,
To wish for,
To exploit.
Time flies.
This is it.
Damaged Eye
(No Ratings Yet)Loading...They claim that the Eye works in reverse.
Does this hold with my damaged I too?
I wonder.
What if I cannot see how the world looks like
But I do see how it really is?
If the I-s around me can see what I cannot
Do they also see what my Eye does?
For long I have been living in the darkness
Like a creature of the night misunderstood,
Scorned for my funny look,
Pitied for my supported walk,
Admired for my determination…
In any way, exceptional among the other I-s
My mind’s Eye could easily look into yours.
What if I had no mirrors to furnish my wall,
No reflection to capture my own I
Or any color to match with yours,
I could always see your beauty.
Now they say I will soon be able
To look at people’s Eyes
And perhaps they will look back at me.
Yet, I care for just one pair of I-s.
I have this blinding fear growing
All the way towards the light;
Fixing on each other’s Eyes
Are we to see the same reflection?
In Your Arms
(No Ratings Yet)Loading...You were crying in pain and joy
When we first met
You hugged me awkwardly gently
Not to damage my fragile body
The warmest smile was formed
Upon your sweated reddish face
I didn’t bother to open my eyes
-I knew it was there by instinct-
I sucked you hard and greedily
Whenever I wanted to
You were always there smiling
I waked you up a thousand times
Just to see your smile again
As if I would miss it
As if I could miss my eternal refuge,
The only place I feel secure and calm;
In your arms
Estranged Comfort
(No Ratings Yet)Loading...We used to feel absolutely comfortable
On our old single mattress of our youth.
It was the world to us;
Our boat of endless love and dreams
That travelled us miles away
To discover new territories
Of our limits and fancies
While satisfying our basic instincts
With animalistic politeness.
We never felt strangers
Never grinned or yelled at each other
Neither did we cry – except
For moments of pure happiness.
Oh, I miss those days!
Our good past days of youth,
Of fun, of laughter…
I miss our ordinary single bed
Every time I lay my mind down
On this brand new king size bed
Of splitting intimacy into two opposing sides.
The Circle of Love
(No Ratings Yet)Loading...When you are ready to quit
Searching for the one
Your clothes don’t fit
Your hopes are done
Along comes Love.
Surprisingly right
Everything seems
Since day and night
Your pockets Love fills
With magic beans.
But then you break up
Like the end of a game
Your love-time is up
You think it’s a shame
Your life is crap and you start
All over again.
Evolution
(No Ratings Yet)Loading...The world is changing constantly
For better or for worse,
Don’t ask me
I am no good judge.
All I feel is a sliding ground
I can hardly stand still
To take a breath.
I am suffocating in this tube
As rapidly as I am moving
Along or against my fatal future.
Now that we have met
This tiny moment of collision
I am dying to ask you
“Where do you stand?”
Perhaps we could stand it all together
Or just move on.
Oblivion
(No Ratings Yet)Loading...Sorting out her Majesty’s wardrobe
Was a hard ordeal, a chore she could not avoid.
In she got in a rush to get out of there the sooner and
Get rid of the apparel she has gotten over the years.
A jumble of fine cloths and moments of dazzle
Was soon formed on the wooden worn out floor.
Her former days of glory revived in oblivion
When she stood up against the dusty mirror with
A gown made of silk on her flawless white skin
And a blinding vanity, the emblem of her reign.
“Mirror, mirror on the wall, who is the fairest of all?”
She uttered in a playful tone and smiled at the reflection
But her peer mirror gave no response
Leaving her unrequited fancy to fade out.
She used her palm to wipe the dust out
The unanimated gown lying down muted
She stepped closer and looked deep at her Majesty’s eyes
Smirking now at the face in front of her.
A crackling sound followed her every step
All the way down the staircase
Her body, as obsolete a burden as the clothes
She had just thrown out the window.
