THE DIVINE LIGHT

Why do I torture myself

With piercing, sword of agony

I explored many and many

Deep inside of me

Why and why and why

Nothing I find wrong

Now I find

The divine light

Of God

Inside me now extinguished

By someone .

Snake Hole

classical love paintings 

As a gamble loser, 

Disordered heart, beats now. 

Skin, I feel now tortured and appear, 

As a snake biting blue. 

Oh, I forgot the nature's law 

'' Putting our hands into a snake hole'', 

Death is almost sure. 

Love, sometimes really 

is a venomous snake hole.