The waters of life break and a cry for life is craved, Wrinkled moist skin soon to become a cuddly cushion, Miracles of existence begin with domestic delicate arms, Complete dependence, a leech, a monster, a parasite, All but selfish accusations put upon a defenceless creature, Rather, it is a treasure require cleaving and girdling, Then polishing to produce an independent shining sun, Ready to perform the rituals of cycle of life once more. Wednesday, 21st of April 2010
I have lived for all of my life without a sister, I could have survived and went on forever, Without any trouble, nor a single disaster, A fate is a fate; I couldn't change a single matter, She doesn't like poems; neither is she a speller, But smart and cute, enthusiastic and younger, New feelings were pouring into me, cuz of her, Feelings of having a new person, a new sister, I kept my distance from her at about a meter, Maybe cuz it's my first time to sense a sister, Not screaming and fighting against each other, Neither pretending to be invisible, but rather, Being next to me sharing a smile together, We will sit on a hill at night in the winter, Cold as it is, but we would share the heater, Heater of my and her body embedded together, Feeling comfort and secure will turn it into summer, Under the shining stars we lighten forever. 24-Apr-2007
Inscribe on it the tears of society, To be sent on the edges of universe, Let this stamp be on postcards, Let it be on asylum seekers, Put on it few symbols of life, Water, trees, sun, or even birds, And as for the choice of colour, Let it shine the shades of humanity, And remove all those numbers and currencies, And leave but one word, In hope that every soul whispers it, As they stick this stamp on an envelope, Peace! Thursday, 20 th of August 2015
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