Tag: English

  • I Wish

    I wish I could take all your pain, and fill that place with happiness.
    I wish I could fly you so high, you’d never feel scared of the height.
    I wish I could love you so much, you’d never know what hate is.
    I wish I could take you so far, no one would know who we are.
    I wish I could bring heaven to earth, to show you what you deserve…

  • Somewhere I Belong

    I am leaving behind memoirs at every step;
    some are known, and loved,
    some are helpless, like feathers of cloud,
    and bewildered, like my dreams at night,
    and lonely, like my day without you.
    But I am stepping forward, every day —
    lost, and left behind, but stepping, to where I belong…

  • Gazing Life

    I recall my life, and reckon it through its flakes;
    I have come so far, in an exile of time and its frame.
    Not the plain I have come through,
    not a bed of roses I have laid upon;
    not the shelter and comfort of the beheld and safe,
    not fearless of loss, or of weakening dreams,
    not loved and cared for, all the way — but
    I find a tranquillity when I look back at time.

    I step forward, and watch myself run afar,
    to reach the end I always admire;
    but the trees left behind, the shadow of them —
    be they lovers or friends, I hold them still.
    And in the nostalgia of time, I whisper my lonely words:
    “Wish you were here, to complete this journey.”

  • Every Time

    And I see her every time
    I close my eyes;
    I hear someone whispering of love,
    I see the bird, and the sky.

    I see her every time
    I see nature smiling,
    a mother caressing her child,
    a father holding his daughter.

    And I see her every time
    it is raining;
    I see how the cloud takes over the sky,
    I see time clicking away.

    And I see her every time —
    when I think of love,
    when I dream of life,
    when I feel myself lucky.

    And I see her every time… life.

  • Real Face

    A face upon a face,
    we wear a new one every day;
    I cry today,
    I laugh today —
    contextual, sensual.
    But every day, I gain a new face:
    I hold my fear,
    I behold my thought,
    I scare my own life,
    I hide my tears,
    and wear one upon one,
    and say, “life moves on.”

    The longer I go and come,
    the farther I close off my thought;
    but again, on one more night,
    I wear another face —
    secluded, and scared;
    hideous, and gorgeous;
    lame, and shamed.
    And with the night, I put on my real face.

  • Lost Night

    A glimpsed day, and its thoughts;
    dreams, and the far reality of life;
    someone to know, and to love,
    someone to call, and to cry to,
    and one to call your own.

    Sheared eyes, and time,
    seeking for the one that’s lost;
    to the past, to the future —
    something to remember, and to forget,
    something to hold, and to let go,
    and one to keep safe, inside…

  • Random

    What I thought was past — my desire, my long-dreamed day —
    it was an awful waking, to a night of endless chase and pain…
    I borrow my own time, and run a battle —
    to fight with whom?
    I shall surrender my soul;
    I wear no shell for you to protect me,
    but I tear open my wounds, to love myself.

  • One Arm to Hold

    How long I chase my dreams, only to find them void;
    how long I travel alone, on the path I aspire to;
    how far I go, alone, with one lost reach —
    and by the evening, I wake to my own night,
    through and through my own pain…

    And by the morning, I want to wake holding one arm,
    and smile with you, for the rest of my life.

  • Lasting Memory

    I used to glance slyly, from beneath my drawing book,
    at those deep, lost eyes that lured me, and my smile;
    though they faded often, and were lost, seldom found —
    how I would come early, to the rise, just to see that angel of “deep, dark eyes”…

  • Sleep

    In the arms of the night,
    in the shadow of darkness,
    in the wilderness of a new day,
    in the weakness of a lost one;
    in the grip of memories,
    in the vision of dreams —
    unstoppable, irresistible,
    I sleep alone, with my love.