Light flows our war of mocking words, and yet,
Behold, with tears mine eyes are wet!
I feel a nameless sadness o’er me roll.
Yes, yes, we know that we can jest,
We know, we know that we can smile!
But there’s a something in this breast,
To which thy light words bring no rest,
And thy gay smiles no anodyne.
Give me [...]
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The Buried Life
Posted in Poems on August 20, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Now the summer has passed
Posted in Poems, tagged Arseny Tarkovsky, Stalker on March 14, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Now the summer has passed.
It might never have been.
It is warm in the sun,
But it isn’t enough.
All that might’ve occurred
Like a five-fingered leaf
Fluttered into my hands,
But it isn’t enough.
Neither evil nor good
Has yet vanished in vain,
It all burned and was light,
But it isn’t enough.
Life has been as a shield,
And has offered protection.
I have been most [...]
I Have Dreamed of You so Much
Posted in Poems, tagged Robert Desnos on March 13, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
I have dreamed of you so much that you are no longer real.
Is there still time for me to reach your breathing body, to kiss your mouth and make your dear voice come alive again?
I have dreamed of you so much that my arms, grown used to being crossed on my chest as I hugged [...]
Remorse For Any Death
Posted in Poems, tagged Borges on March 11, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Free of memory and of hope,
limitless, abstract, almost future,
the dead man is not a dead man: he is death.
Like the God of the mystics,
of Whom anything that could be said must be denied,
the dead one, alien everywhere,
is but the ruin and absence of the world.
We rob him of everything,
we leave him not so much as [...]
GRin & sUK
Posted in Poems on November 24, 2006 | 3 Comments »
A psychological tip
Whenever you’re called on to make up your mind
and you’re hampered by not having any,
the best way to solve the dilemma, you’ll find
is simply by spinning a penny.No – not so that chance shall decide the affair
while you’re passively standing there moping;
but the moment the penny is up in [...]
Why its Raining?
Posted in Drifts, Poems on September 19, 2006 | 3 Comments »
As i listen
to the sound
My whole world
spins around
I wonder why
as it thunders so high
It all feels like
a vented out cry
As i scream
thoughts knock and leave
The more i try to see
it all looses its sheen
As it pours by
nothingness hovers the sky
It all washes by
still i feel so dry
