The lunar eclipse
In the night of the lunar eclipse
I am coming to terms with my sadness.
I cannot any longer supress
the volcano of burning emotions.
I am burning inside.
To extinguish this fire
I resort to the tearful lakes
hidden behind the reed of my eyelashes.
So many strangers pass by every day...
but again and again I choose you,
the strangest of the strangers,
the most elusive of all my illusions,
the darkest of my fears,
the brightest of my dreams,
my last and my lost hope,
my inspiration and my desperation...
Pain is the answer to love.
Love is the answer to pain.
The circle has locked around the full moon,
the destiny casting a shadow over my face.
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My heart
My heart is a vessel of void
That was only recently full of love.
The substance was so hot
That evaporated with time
Until nothing was left.
And I touched the end of the light.
And I felt the edge of the dark.
And I tasted the nothingness in between.
It took me some time to get used to living
With a hole full of nothing inside me.
But I was surrounded by many people
Who also lived with a black hole inside,
And they believed it was right.
"Love is only a mirage", they said,
"It's not a real thing".
Then came the day
When I completely woke up
To the real world,
The world that had no love...
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My way
The night was long and dark and full of fear.
And through the woods of broken hopes alone
I paced and shadows wouldn't disappear.
I was so lost, so sad and missing home.
My clothes were torn on ugly twisting twigs.
Deprived of sleep, I was run down and tired.
My heart was broken into tiny bits.
My mind was void. My body was on fire.
This misery will never end, I thought
But something touched me with a mighty wing
That was a sign of the divine support -
A feather fell into my palm with a swing
And I was led through gloom and doom and out
And giggling creepy creatures gave me way
And this is how my way at last was found
The night was over and a bright new day
Began...
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My love
My love is like an amber insect,
Which is forever there,
In its translucent cage,
Silver-chained and steady
In the hollow between my breasts,
Right on the Anahata chakra,
Still and silent,
Helpless and hopeless,
And never able to fly again.
So dead... So beautiful...
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