The Story That Meant Nothing Until

He grabbed me shaking badly,
She gazed down tears pouring,
Their daughter is somewhere,
But she may even be nowhere,
Hugging was never our norm,
I warmed his hands with mine,
As I left for the train to take me,
Destination is here and there,
Indefinite and maybe nowhere,
I am going to keep searching:
For the book that was her last,
For the writer who kept writing,
For the ashes of burnt letters,
This train will come to an end,
There is a reason why I stayed,
Not for the police nor the drunk,
But fate has shown my legs
A path full of magical miracles,
And here I am in front of you,
The clock-tower is behind us,
You can hear its lovely chime,
Yet, no one can hear your pain,
Dissolved in the vicious wind,
As your fingerprint is erased,
It is time for you to disappear,
Your story is clearly the best,
As it ended with infinite silence,
And that is how mine changed.

Monday, 23rd of September 2013

Do You Have a Gold Coin?

Is it from the human nature to cluster?
To form boundaries and flags as identity?
To house their offspring in epic suburbs?
To separate themselves from others?
Have I read a mistranslated dictionary?
Or has the meaning of ‘human’ changed?
What if we try to flip the coin to its tails?
Will we see another ‘human’ resemblance?
Or will we choose a word out of a thesaurus?
‘Soul’ and ‘mortal’ stated as a synonym?
Why have I understood it wrong then?
If mortality was part of this big equation,
Then should we not save lives instead?
Or has this coin betrayed what ‘life’ is?
Will this coin lead us to infinite power?
If so, then who or what everlasted?
What if this coin fell down the sewers?
What if a child picked it up and cleaned it?
Will this child be corrupted forever?
Or will this coin be cleansed from its past?
Or will another child kill him to grab it?
What are the reasons to invade a country?
What are the reasons to kill another soul?
If this child was raised to defend himself
By protecting his own land or even if this
Child went on others’ lands to fend off
The risk of his only home being invaded,
Then will the coin come to corrupt his
Already-corrupted innocent young soul?
What if his response was to deny its presence,
Then would the coin leave or annihilate?
The trick question is: “who has the coin?”

Wednesday, 4th of September 2013

End of Days

They think I forgot my history,
They think I forgot my future,
But they forgot I had a pen to write everything.
They were under eighty banners,
They were one million soldiers,
All ammunition swapped for swords and arrows.
I gave them a chance for peace,
I made promises – they rejected,
So I will emerge from the depths of this world.
I will fight with them a common foe,
I will fight against them for four days,
And the final result is the long awaiting victory.
This language is not mine to speak,
But its meaning is all what it is for,
And this is a reminder that my eternal life is near.
Saturday, 29thof June 2013