Showing posts with label reality. Show all posts
Showing posts with label reality. Show all posts

Friday, November 01, 2019

Blurs

It starts with a cloud
And ends with a deep ocean
Blurred reality

Monday, July 16, 2018

Wednesday, March 14, 2018

Thursday, May 04, 2017

Sunday, November 20, 2016

Fall

When bridges can’t hold
Over two realities
Hearts fall down steep

Thursday, November 10, 2016

Transience

First snowflake
Touching my palm
Unreal

Saturday, August 13, 2016

Ripples

Future’s flashes
Ripple through one’s past
How much’s real

Friday, May 20, 2016

Tuesday, April 05, 2016

Reality

What is more real
Sweetheart’s kisses while sleeping
Her kiss dreamed in sleep

Sunday, March 13, 2016

Dreams

What’s reality
But a dream in a dream’s dream
Snowflakes of blossoms

Thursday, January 07, 2016

Sweet Dreams

Dressing feelings
In fluffy cushions
One deeply dreams

Monday, October 26, 2015

Saturday, October 10, 2015

Sunday, October 04, 2015

Maya

At perception’s gates
Intelligence precedes form
Grasped reality

Wednesday, August 05, 2015

Change

No change is real
Unless perception changes
Ponds need fresh water

The Fool

Never knowing love
A fool takes each smile as real
Misère happiness

Saturday, July 18, 2015

Friday, July 03, 2015

Freedom

A leaf in the wind
Tasting the wings of freedom
Hitting hard the ground.

Sunday, May 31, 2015

Reality

We take life as real
By mixing broken pieces
Of us a mirror.

Sunday, April 26, 2015

A Poet’s Soul

A poet’s soul’s a burning flame;
It doesn’t search for money, fame,
In its quest to pure understanding
Distorts the world for an amending.

A poet’s soul falls in love
With an idea from above,
It sees perfection in a flower
Weighting seconds in an hour.

A poet’s soul looks at you
An image it creates anew -
Words fluid in the making
For reality somehow mistaken.

A poet’s soul will melt in stars,
Will find its rest into the fars -
Too far from you, a muse of his,
Without you life’s an abyss!

A poet’s soul is not enough
To light a candle in this rough
World full of vague illusions,
Enslaved by distorted visions.

A poet’s soul will live in readers’ eyes -
A glimpse of thoughts’ paradise
Will shine somehow into the minds
Of souls akin with their finds.