Little time in love

Little time

You try to forget
The first beat of love
And if you could drive
You would have driven away
To a happier place
To a happier day
That exists in your mind
And in your smile
You would escape
Just for a while

Little time

You feel hypnotized
You feel paralyzed
Like a cloud surfing the edge of the sea
Like a shadow hanged between earth and sky
Belongs to nowhere

Little time

Sensual, mysterious, something inside
Lose yourself
You will feel stranger and you will find yourself
Go and sell your soul
Lose control
Under the arms of satisfaction
Under the snow
White and silver
Heart of gold
But it is lost once autumn falls

Paper Boat

The waves of our journey started moving
Here we are on my paper boat
I extended my sails flying in the high sky
Talking to the details of the breeze and the blows of wind
And from time to time I was rowing the foam of the sea
Throwing it to the tops of the successive waves
Which were carrying it to far shores
Like promising letters
Like scattered memories
While hope is still reflecting from the old pages of the sea
My journey goes on
Every minute we get older
And I am counting the minutes to reach my shore

On the bed

The night started whispering
and the stars breathing
My naked eyes
and your naked eyes
Our twisted breath is like a hurricane
and the threads of the cover are warm
On my chest and on my back
Traveling on the island of clouds
Two hearts beating for the first time
and dreams are splashing on the bed
No secrets and no shame
Dreams without a ceiling
A painting without a frame
The night will never get old and our shadows will remain.

A heart of shadow

Have you ever experimented to be a light?
Have you ever dreamt in the night?
And have you ever had a heart

I have been a light and now I am glances hidden in your eyes
I have dreamt all nights and now I am living in dreams
But I have never had a heart since I am made of shadow

Dreams made of Ashes

I have drawn your photo on my door
Impressive lines
Clear rhymes
I have written to you my messages on the sky by the clouds
Leaves are escaping from the autumn to the shadows of the spring
Trying to catch up with tomorrow
And watching the candles of the past
Candles are melting dropping lines of wax on my table
Drawing your face and burning what left of the autumn leaves.
Ashes are flying in my room penetrating the dim lights
And I am enjoying listening to your voice calling me in the background
Some cold and some fears
Hesitation
Why we are afraid
Of Leaves! Candles! Lines or ashes!
I had grown up drawing on the door.

a kiss on a flying tissue

S: life is a continuous goodbye, setting us in departure sea sides. till our scarves become of stone while waving.

Among the Crowds

The princess of the cities
My Capital
And a loud voice shouts in the horizon
Carried by the color of the sunset.
As the sun disappears the voice goes louder
Calling the princess of the cities
While I am searching for my lost city in silence and in sadness
The dreams play the roles
And memories draw tomorrow with undetermined features
And this is the way fate goes
Hides behind the silence of the sunset
Even after I reached my city I lost my addresses

The Train

I have stood on the edge of the pavement
Many cars passed
Many birds passed
I saw some little leaves on the ground
And some far smoke was coming out from the chimney of the passing train.
And once I could see its windows reflecting images in my eyes.
I saw many faces
Happy and sad
I saw many eyes
Brown and blue
The train of goodbye carried the images to other destinations.
And I went back to the pavement continued to home under the rain carrying sparks of memories and the reflections of windows of the passing train.

We are vsitiors

VISITORS

Confessions

Who you are !
I wonder who you are
Are you a cloud in this shiny sky !
Or a shadow lives my bed in the nights !
Who you are if you tell me who you are
I am afraid you will escape and just leave me behind

Who we are I wonder who we are
Are we twisted waves in the sea of rhyme
Or leaves thrown on the pavements of the time

If you leave just take me with you
To that mountain there
Next to the small trees
Till they grow and we drink our dreams

No I will stay here, waiting for you
Since you are a shadow and I am the dew.
Who we are again who we are
Are we a moment of departure or an everlasting goodbye!

Another day but away

Nothing left but a bunch of flowers on the main gate
Nothing left but some dreams on the wall of fate
This way we close the first door
This way we open another door
I will be stepping into the day
The first step away from my lovely Gate
My lovely house and my lovely road
Nothing left but some flowers on the main gate
I wonder if I'll come back to find it there!!

Not the last time i feel sad, happy and lost

Breezy now i am one floor below.
Waiting for a bus.
possessing memories.
have a nice dream.

Details

While I was sitting there
And the music travels carried by the breeze
And after the first piece
The sound of clapping took me in peace
The music goes loud and screams in the details of the past
The scrambles of memories got scattered coloring my tears
The shadows of yesterday carrying my dreams
I took my pencil and drew in fears
Music insists to play this tone and I go through all the details.
Details
I am made of Details
I am lost into Details
And I will come out of all the details
Like the images drawn in your eyes
Reflecting my vision inside an ever lasting journey
I have gone through many details
And realized that I am living in a closed book thrown in the sand
Covered by the days, and read by your eyes.

With a bunch of flowers and bare foot I proceed

Does time heal wounds
Does light live forever

In front of a new GATE
And here I am where I stand
As if things are in their best manner
But things are in their best form

Here I am where I stand
Here I am still breathing dreams

Living your home
And going on to accomplish the whole dream

I picked up cards from the past
And I said does time heal wounds!

FRAMES

I gathered many photos and I kept them in my old bag
I collected many images and I kept them in my mind
And after awhile
I searched and searched and I found my photos still alive
I picked up the best, and I put it in my lonely frame

I folded my bags
And I saw your smiling eyes
I got other two frames
I chose the best and I had it in the big frame
And I kept the small,

I waited for another best to come
But I never saw like your eyes again.

after awhile
my photo was put in the samll frame

End of the Infinity

Me, I will never change
I am a word in a poem scripted by hands gone already
And the word stayed.
I am the petrifaction, silence, and eternity.
And will never change

Twenty Days of Life

Since I started and I am rushing to collect the pieces of scattered time
And forgot my eyes in the mirror watching my skin
I have left one color to touch
I have just one day in my mirror to watch the past behind
19 days of life
Like the minutes of the butterfly
when spring turns in to summer
Then it flies
I am old enough and I don’t not have much time
Now my soul is meeting my dreams
And the guilty time melted and died
In a small café drinking my coffee talking to you in shyness
We left the hours behind
W escaped the game of time
And as the drink gets less I smile and you smile
We fill it again from the candles lightened around
Like a floating shadow on a passing river
Like a secret kept inside a book thrown in the sea of ink
Many many details I have left in 20 days.

My traveling Carriage

The sun rays tore the silence of the dawn
Dew falls to the ground
My traveling carriage passes
And as the wheels touch the details of the road
They splash on the pavement lost water drops
Traveling water drops
Carried by sound of the successive wheels
To what left of the short time
To a small place
To an empty land
And I am staying here moving my sad chair
Waiting for the whispers of the coming steps
If you see me, you would think I am here although I have reached the edge of time

On my Island

My eyes
And your shy smile
Some birds
Breeze
And eternity Which never meets the fate that rushes to close the door, and turns the clock.
I am not sure.

1000 Gates

I wonder if I would reach the end
One thousand Dreams, I lived like in the fairy tales

Searching for a road
Grasping the air
I read my books
and wrote my dreams
I could not catch a single theme

I counted the sand
I drank the stars

When I reached Gate 999
I closed my eyes

And life goes on

And life goes on
Experimenting Departure
Confession
Hesitation
Nostalgia
Regret
Confusion
Future
Past
Missing
Today
Forever
All these terms make us, then we go on.
And life goes on

By my hand I made an everlasting start

I took my old brush, and started drawing my lines
On a white paper
On a clear sky
I drew trees
I drew a sun, and birds fly.
I drew a road, through which I grow old.
I drew a plane, takes my dreams away.
I drew a smile and a heart.
But I forgot that this ink gets dry.

Happy April

Happy new month
Happy new page
Happy breath for hopeful days
Mixed feelings and Mixed colors of Spring & earth

Silence

While crossing the road, silence hit all details.
I looked behind
I looked around
and continued in silence.
I decided that it is not too late
I am brave, I am the breeze, the sun, the moon,
A river passes in silence
Eternal and silent

And while crossing the sky
I looked down
I looked up
and continued in silence
I decided that I will never be silent
Although it is too late
Clouds pass in silence
and disappear in silence.

Receiving the seasons

I put my new dress, colorful, and young.
Like my heart.
Like you
And like spring
Through which we grow
Younger than the days.
Experiences taught me, to copy and mark my steps.
Yesterday, today, and tomorrow
And again yesterday today , tomorrow
Young like spring free like the breeze.
You are still in my spring, yesterday, today, and tomorrow.

A flame

:A flame
:
:It is so far.
:
:I see it there.
:
:I became very tired.
:
: I do not dare.
:
:OK

………. Silence
After a while no body came out of the cave.

Walking in the darkness

Stepping to no where, I could see ghosts, fears, and darkness.
I am not afraid.
Take my hand
Lead me to that room.
When we turned to the right I could touch the shelves.
I can feel the dust.
I can hear the wind
And in the corner there is a book.
when I opened the cover, I SEE my memories … !!!!
I looked around I did not find you.
I have melted in the darkness, after walking miles and miles.

Watching the Truth

I have been watching the truth, till it took the shape of my eyes.
And I was living in the dreams, till they lived my soul.
Soul and eyes, gate and lights.
You get into the life like a shadow, breeze then aroma, no features and no signs
We start then finish, this is the truth where my eyes and your eyes are the everlasting sign.
I will keep all these eyes in my book, and I will send it to the sky.
The clouds will carry the colors, and the breeze will keep them alive.
So many days, I have not seen the stars, and for so many ages I have been reading the legends of nights.
All were hinting but no truth would arise.

Faster than the WIND

On the magical carpet... I have traveled yesterday,
Searching and searching and searching…
When I reached the dark castle,
I opened the gate
And I saw the night
Covered without a moon.
It is a dream... you are the night and I am the dawn, about to meet but time is faster than the wind

In the middle of the sea, i decided to get down from the ship...

He : you are published like an endless love

Me: Even if we are candles, we will never melt

He : yaa, we will stay.

Me: Endless Lights.

Through the small and silent Screen

Here we meet again, through the silent screen, after so many days of departure, and many nights of rain.
I came back although I have been always here.
Still there are many things to say…
And through my small screen, fantasy, silence, dreams, fears, affection, temptation and poem.
Me and your eyes, watching my pen and my fading lights.
We are breeze in the silence of that old city,
And whenever you go up to the sky, you will feel and see.