Friday, 29 January 2010

The Blueberries Lament

I would yield you my whole heart
but unfortunately there was someone
before you
who tore it apart.

Through the neon lights
and smoke signs
I could see you
shining at me
with the vivid colors of dawn.

Pressed between my lips
were just three words
dying to be heard by you
in the mess of that red bar.

Now the foggy memories
come to me one by one
as I take a drink and then another
just to forget how many they are.

Lean on me, don't be scared,
I'm actually always here for you
and whenever you're not there
I'll just have a drink for you.

You came closer and I was in the sky,
drawn to you as a ray of light,
we could never be apart
since I saw you in that bar.

Drinking the woe away
now I realize you are here to stay
and suddenly I remember no more
the pain that knocked once at my door.

Thursday, 21 January 2010


Went for a stroll on the park,
saw old people sitting on the benches,
as the young ones were playing on the grass
with the dogs excited and free to bark.

Reached the water line at the large pond,
and reflected in the starry mirror there were
the memories that are now so fond to me.

In the everlasting garnished thought,
saw the lines on the faces of the old people
showing off serenity in the water,
and the sparkling laughters of the young ones
just playing on that same pond.

As I walked underneath the trees,
with birds announcing warmer days,
I remembered what the sky says
in those times that the shy sun appears.

He whispers that there's always beauty
to be seen in the eyes of the beholder
for whenever it gets darker
the flowers will always be pretty
even if it gets colder.

Saturday, 16 January 2010


In times of diamonds and pearls
I found myself stuck in a little jewellery box.
Shattered to pieces, and once in that way divided,
there's nothing left to subtract.

Shiny dust sprinkled on the other fake jewels,
as they gossip and stare, pointing me
with their viperous tongues.

I used to shine so bright, like a star;
they were always jealous of me,
and now, I still shine, but into pieces.

So small are the pieces, so free is how I feel,
that being among and touching them
feels like I'm blessing them with a bit of shine.

All in all, all the jewels are worthless,
if they can't make you shine on your own.