Freedom

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Poems

Going out into the darkness of the night
from the cozy luminance of my room,
I embrace the life of wandering through
the grief and sorrow of the sleeping world.
I can feel my senses heightened to smell
their silent dreams and see the warmth of blood
that flows within their arteries and veins,
like a stealthy, nocturnal beast of prey
that hunts alone for itself in the woods.
Sadness has a muskier odor than joy,
from the scent of countless dreams I have smelled
I know, grief is more eternal than bliss
and sorrow is heavier than happiness.
As I stalked around for the darker dreams
bitter in taste but fleshier to sustain
myself for the coming day and some part
of the evening too, an abundance
of them was too obvious to overlook.
I remember the days when I was young,
the woods were less free but nightmares…

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Sorrows and Joys

Sorrows and Joys

     

Yes, I am sad I know but still
I feel happy, for it is true –
happiness is just around the corner,
a while ahead, when sadness overwhelms!

     

The opposite is true as well –
so, when I am filled with delight,
I feel too sad and helpless, as I know
sadness lurks close, when happiness abounds!

          

Like a seesaw the moments of my life
keep moving up and down along the curve
of satisfactions and disappointments,
from sorrows to delights to sorrows yet again!

       

Well, I don’t know why we make so much fuss with being
sad or full of joy, for nothing is what it seemed!

     

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Transparent Tears

Transparent Tears

        

Though my tears are too transparent to see,
must you never look for it on my chin?
Must you never feel how the raging wind
change its color and the wild smell, outside
from sunny yellow to a gloomy grey,
from fire to earth when touched by drops of rain?

       

Have you ever wondered why the clouds cry?
Who fills them to their brims with tears and why?
You must look southward, look towards the sea!
There, in its saline depth you shall find me,
along its length and breadth you can discern
my tears as foamy waves on the run!

      

Yes, I know my tears were too transparent to see
but had you ever sought them, even in your dreams?

         

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