Monday, August 17, 2015

The Tree & Me




I look at the tree
I pity it
it is stuck to the ground
with nowhere to go-

It radiates unique beauty
of magnificent stature
to silk leaves of comfortable shade-

The tree holds its ground
with utmost pride
yet I stride
to keep on moving
for I will die
if I remain still

Z.S.10-11-2007

Exit

It is unexpectedly inextricable to exit
From a dark corner of your house
With your hands tied up behind your back
And your eyes covered with a thick woolen cloth-
Your lips have dried up. No saliva, but tears
that have already stained the black cloth
And covers a hollow face that is unable to utter words-
Silent letters
Echoless
They used to communicate the truth-
Scared, you fear your own shadow-
Know yourself is the key to true happiness they say
The key to unlock the truth
Maybe the truth is an untold dream-
perhaps you need to reveal it to a stranger,
a stranger who sits alone in a corner
scared of his own shadow
that moves with the flickering
of the half-melted lit candle of obscurity.
You fear the shadows
Multiple ones
Floating in a room of a shattered reality
And a misunderstood insanity.

Covered by heating wool
In this blinding pool
You wish to admire the sunrise that cannot be seen
Your eyes are sealed shut
No eyesight no vision
No air no taste of breath
Breathe less, keep air inside, breathe from nose
Stay alive
Is it a cowardice act?
Live and let live they say
But how to in this darkness?

No body no soul no life
You try to escape
Directionless
You cannot see
You cannot taste
You can smell
the cloth that itches your nose
itches your breath, it tingles-
Sweat drops slowly and deep
It drowns you into unwanted darkness
Are you held off by some force?

Believe in signs they say and you will be free
Free from captivity
Still chained down to darkness
A voice rises, an audible sign
Calling in calling out
Loose ropes, no ropes
Unsure if you are ready to be free
What is causing this hindrance?
Uncertainty?

Darkness does not bother you.
You know darkness
You do not know freedom
You cannot see, still blind, you cannot see
You try to talk
No more silent letters
Utter sound, mouth gets moving
mouth unbound
a sound never heard before
agonizing yet free
painful yet uplifting
“Fuck, Fuck, Fuck!”

Fear leaps over
Your face flushes with vitality
Your free hands
carefully remove the shades off
Open your eyes!
Do not be afraid!
Is this your reality now?
Is this the no-shadow reality?
Speak your mind.
Free your mind.
Speak out!

11-1-05/ rev. 2015






Music in

Earphones in
Music out
Vibrations fly
From ear to soul
Sad song happy song
Every song- reminds me of her
The person I share music with

Melodies and notes
Low and high
Play randomly
Inside of me
As the sound of the beating tempo
Takes me to her
Takes me to
Her sweet vanilla scent
Her warm caressing touch
Her exceptional eye glance
(that mirrors the azurous sky in springtime)
Her blazing fiery-blonde hair
Her slender grace of her moving body
(as she dances with the ups and downs
Of the hallowed beat of the music).

Music in
Vibrations out
Reminiscence of her
Reminiscence of us
Music in
love out!

16-8-2015


She Stops with Time


She paints
She stops
No more inspiration
No more imagination
The brush has dried up
The paint has coagulated
It has shriveled up into stone
A monument of fixed creation
Will she ever paint again?
Will she never?
She stops with time
With time she stops.


26-4-2005/ rev. 10-8-2015

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