Winter Lady

I wonder if this wide land is wonderland,
Whether Alice is really Alice or maybe not,
But there she stood like a fluffy snowflake,
In the middle of this ancient Gaelic inn,
Royal. Elegant. Gentle. Charming. Pure.
But then she spoke of a man so far away
Who is unaware of her frozen fingertips,
And there I retreated labelled unwanted,
She then raised her voice as if singing
Melodious lonesome letters to her man,
About adorable encounters in the future,
To be carried by the winter breeze outside,
But then she walks nearby in shyness,
Confused as I was, I tried to look away,
To check the window for passers-by,
But her icicle fingers touched my neck
To whisper “Happy Holidays” in my ears,
She ignited a heartbeat with passion,
And there we hugged each other
Sharing the warmth in this Irish winter.

Thursday, 18th of December 2014


Just Let It Go

They said it was the dawn of all times,
And I followed blindly towards the light,
But soon to discover the surrounding abyss,
Unfortunate souls escaping reality,
Tragic as it may sound but a choice
Made to reflect a euphoric dream,
And as time elapsed I knew something-
Something was wrong as if hearing
The click when stepping on a mine,
There, I froze unable to go back or fro,
Caged. Soulless. Distorted. Lost.
But the time kept ticking, forever,
I needed to go back to the dream,
An addiction shutting my brain down,
As if I can survive without family,
Or friends whom I have abandoned,
Or the life which I have deserted,
Or the soul which I have betrayed,
And so I look for a mask to disguise,
To disappear from this lovely world,
To reappear in those euphoric dreams,
But I know that 'life' is a word I own,
I am blessed to have lungs that breathe,
To have a heart that regularly beats,
To have muscles that work all the time,
To have a brain that thinks logically,
To have a tongue that speaks justly,
To have eyes that drench in tears,
To have a happy life that blooms love,
And so I decided to, forever, let go!
To, forever, let go; just let it go!

Saturday, 13th of December 2014


Freedom from Women

What of citadels and the eyes cannot see?
Thrones of women glitter in rotten blood,
Incessant mad emotions curving like rivers,
Storms if ever be but I still cannot fathom,
What of citadels and the eyes cannot see?
Yes, when the hearing has been dismantled,
An uncontested rivalry in domes and pillars,
Battering bones and bricks breaking breaths,
What of citadels and the eyes cannot see?
Loyalty gasped through air to mock mists,
The statues silenced as great walls erupted,
Hollow within and still beget each other,
What of citadels and the eyes cannot see?
Women in swamps of monasteries gather
Deities to associate dissociating society,
So full of themselves that shadows lurk,
What of citadels and the eyes cannot see?
The need to lock monsters in dungeons,
Their cries as loud as explosive thunders,
Then wild laughs tools of seduction,
What of citadels and the eyes cannot see?
As if the scales of justice left to drown,
Citadels forsaking thrones and crowns,
Until the eyes disclosed hidden blinds,
What of citadels and the eyes cannot see?

Tuesday, 11th of November 2014