Tuesday, December 2, 2014

The Echoes


The echoes of memories ,
splashes and passing;
Fueling the momentum to the unknown.
the flowing aurora ,
mesmerize and hypnotize me ;
in sensual with passion ,


Thursday, November 27, 2014

The Gift


I found a rusted Trunk
accidently in a corner of
my storage room
eagerly I opened it
that was full of textbooks
mostly from my elementary school life
most of them were White ants eaten,
except one ;
that was full of 
toffee wrappers
peacock feathers,
gifts
from my friend
a grey eyed  girl.
now the past becomes present
fills me 
so awesome and haunting moments,
magical moments near lilly pond
fishing in shallow river 
playing beneath the rain
OH what  an awesome moments 
that were
evergreen
a relief from the  boring life now 



Friday, November 14, 2014

The Death


That was an unexpected call. It was from Kunju, my Father's intimate Friend, but we had no contacts with him for some years. Papa got so happy and spent hours on the phone with him.
It is so rare to see even a smile on my Father's face, but that day he laughed many times. In the Morning after two days, when I saw papa, he was staring at the Newspaper and tears were falling. I was shocked when I saw the obituary of Kunju thereat.

Friday, October 31, 2014

Life is just an illusion



God 
Though invisible;
But visible 
As the ray of sun
God 
Though silent;
Talkative 
In many ways
God
As an umbrella
Shields  us 
From
Worries
Depression 
Darkness
God
As Ozone
Accepts
All about,
Our sins;
And guides us
To.........  !!   
God
May be an illusion; 
But our life is short
If he guides 
If he illuminates
Why does  me 
An atheist,
Life is just an illusion.  

Sunday, October 19, 2014

meeting Soviagny


This time, the poet was old
Large crevases were imprinted on his face
He had the stare of a wolf
The voice was screeching my ears
Memories from a lost father were filling the room
Somewhere far behind us some poets
Were spitting methaphores to illustrate our drama
you are beautiful' he says
I know! Do not worry, it will pass!
And he laughs and I run too afraid
to lose another idol

Poem by Iulia Gherghei 19 Octomber 2014

Tuesday, October 14, 2014

THE NOTE BOOK


The notebook of my life
Now torn and faded
I tried to
Add
Multiply
Divide
And even
Subtract
The answer I get
Always is
Zero
I may close
This book soon
And submit it
Divine's kingdom
To get my marks
Or just to learn
My mistakes

Monday, October 6, 2014

Beauty


Being as an oil  lamp, it
enlighten, the dark fort of envy .
being as a pure drizzle, it
extinguish slowly the fire of agony.
being as a strong wave ,it
keep always the sail of life
flowing and flowing to the shore   

Friday, October 3, 2014

The Toy

The crying kid repeats
And repeats
His innocent demand,
Just to stop
Tears,
Simply
‘’A Gun and Knife ‘’.
Oh
His parents
Nothing hears of
Kid’s tears or
His simple demand
They are watching
.. So busy
With an action movie on TV




Haiku #22 (Life)

  in  the prison of time , a  prince of dreams  ; handcuffed with fate