Tuesday, September 30, 2014

Oops


Mountain ,cries
River, cries
Ocean ,cries……
………………………………………………
………………………………………………
But you, men
Fool,
You alone laugh
Oops,
Why do you forget
You are laughing
Sitting
At your graveyard

Saturday, September 20, 2014

The Tears


The tears of rambling souls,
Depressed and haunting;
May fall down
And mix in and melted
In rain drops, falling
And it may water            
Their grave
In grief and agony  

Wednesday, September 17, 2014

Crystal Roses


Upon these words escape with me

And brandish swords of past

Escape the soul with lonesome plea
Proclaim enchantment never lasts

A tear resides beside the stage

The harbinger of players

Contemplate as every sage
Like Byron wrote in prayers

In the snowy evening time

Frosted smiles still breathe

Smell the lily crystallized
Alabaster’s ivory,

Love resides within the lair

Like sections cut in fourths

Dance in moonlight fainted Claire
Veiled eyes behind hold remorse,

Tears and smiles are passion’s cry

Wilted rose’s fragrance torn

Torrents, gales inside the eyes
Scarlet lips lamented storm.

Caroline Morphew is so talented and God's own gifted poet .She composed this poem thinking that If we were flowers the petals would represent our different parts.Thank you my dear friend Caro for blessing my blog with your magical poem .Her page on facebook

Tuesday, September 16, 2014

Tuesday, September 9, 2014

THE LONELINESS' BREEZE



I closed and sealed
The entrance to my palace;
The palace of dreams
With a padlock'
Though it is old and rusted.
Once here was so much houri
To dance.
Once here was so many musicians
To sing
Once here was so many magicians
To perform
But somehow and from somewhere
The volcano of solitude
Came and swallow my beautiful palace
Now the lonely carpet inside
Waits and waits eagerly
For a foot print of someone
Now the windows wait eagerly
To get a tender and soft breeze
Now the wall waits and waits
The echoes of a melody
Now the door here
Laugh and laugh
With a pale face, though
He knows and knows
It is a dead place.


                       Photo creditMy friend Iulia Gherghei,a reputed Romanian poet
thank you ilua for suggesting me a good title and reading this at first 

Wednesday, September 3, 2014

The Race


Death is the ultimate destination 
Life is the path towards it 
Birth is the starting point of this race 
Run, run , run till the final whistle hear

Haiku #22 (Life)

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