Feb 5, 2013-02-05
\nAnd a fallen feather<\/p>\n
A moment
\nA trail
\nAnd a fallen feather
\nDon\u2019t recount all the stolen dreams
\nThat fell on the way
\nDon\u2019t try to capture
\nThe glitter in my eyes
\nWhen I lose the restraints
\nThat
\nMy station in life imposes
\nLet me just give up
\nThe pretence
\n—
\n—
\nLet me just be
\nThe sound of a fallen
\nCap of a bottle
\nWith which I
\nPlayed for hours
\nWhen I was a child, <\/p>\n
The sound of half filled
\nGlass that I tapped
\nWith a bent spoon
\nFor a long stretches of time
\nUnhinged moments
\nUncared laughters
\nEmbraces without guilt
\nKisses without curses<\/p>\n
Live again, breathe again<\/p>\n
Shadows were unreal
\nHesitation was real
\nBut the flickeruing lamp
\nDid not confess
\nHis need for disarming
\nWas urgent
\nWhy do robes cover
\nWhat is visible
\nDoubts do the rest<\/p>\n
Let dilemmas
\nDissolve my soul
\nLet illusions
\nBe the scarf
\nWith which you warm your self
\nIn this wintery night
\nBut then came a strong breeze
\nScarf blew away
\nThe rain dissolved all the dilemma
\nNo nothing was to be said
\nAll left was a semi colon,
\nStopping every time for a while
\nBefore the river resumed
\nIts coercive drive against the rocks
\nOn the way
\nNow, what,
\nSilent tears
\nNo regrets
\nJust a rejoice
\nLive again, breathe again
\nGet on with the life
\nI will erase
\nAll the marks
\nOf wasted ( really) tears,
\nIf you say so
\nDo you?
\nin the abyss of nothingness<\/p>\n
Why do snatch me from the throngs of a pain
\nAnd then throw again
\nIn the abyss of nothingness
\nWhy do you have to do it, asked
\nThe butterfly
\nBeautiful, colourful
\nYoung butterfly
\nBut the cactus did not know
\nHow to tell that every time
\nIt flowers
\nIts life is constricted
\nIt did not want
\nTo imprint the sadness on the
\nWings of the butterfly
\nShe had a long way to go
\nAnd the bliss of all the embraces
\nWas not too long ago
\nThe sea saw of life
\nWill turn the light some day
\nAnd switch off the other day
\nIn the play of shadows and
\nLighted walls
\nHe decided,
\nHe needed to run away
\nFrom the garden
\nLest the butterfly complains about the cactus
\nWho was actually the one, gardener
\nLoved the most
\n–<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Feb 5, 2013-02-05 And a fallen feather A moment A trail And a fallen feather Don\u2019t recount all the stolen dreams That fell on the way Don\u2019t try to capture The glitter in my eyes When I lose the restraints That My station in life imposes Let me just give up The pretence — — … <\/p>\n