Haiku #22 (Life)

 in the prison of time ,

a prince of dreams ;

handcuffed with fate  

Haiku # 21

in the twilight

a lonely willow dreams

 melody of a flock

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 ,

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 

Haiku#21(depression)

Depression

hemlock

mythic and impulsive 

the depression 

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.

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.  

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

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

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   

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