Monthly Archives: August 2014

‘Mountains’

Grey mountains’ peaks

Topped with white snow

Peering through the clouds

Everywhere you look

So majestic in their coldness

So raw, so sharp

Untouched by the human’s hand

Untrapped within civilization’s traps

 

What is a human?

So tiny, so weak

Thrown somewhere in the middle

Of the nature’s boldness

Who does he think he is

To interfere with all creation

While being just a tiny piece

Of the great puzzle?

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‘Big Brown Eyes’

When I look into those big brown eyes

The moon descends

My spirit flies

Away towards the darkness of the skies

 

Unwillingly, I fall deep down

Into the well that holds the memories of the past

The world disappears, now all I see is brown

I’m no longer me, I’m no longer mine

 

Just when these deep dark eyes

Look back at me, surprised

I know I can trust them, they don’t need a prize

Through them I can see the soul – so clear, so nice

 

Why can’t I stop looking into your eyes

And guessing your thoughts, guessing your plans?

So strange the fate’s plan can be sometimes

I’m left holding on, trying to see the world through those big brown eyes

‘Letter, no return’

Are you happy, my darling?

With the way things turned out to be

With the way our roads parted

And made us strangers in one heartbeat?

 

Didn’t you feel sorry at least for a second

That our lips never met

And our eyes were left longing

Forever in despair?

 

How are you feeling, my darling?

I would ask you if I ever had a chance

If our our paths crossed by mistake

In the fate’s mysterious plan

 

What can I do, my darling?

What could I say to you

If you ever asked me back those questions

And I were caught still somewhere on my way?

 

What can we do, my sweetest?

What can we ever plan?

Life is mysterious and vicious

And we get nothing in return

‘Was it a dream?’

Was it a dream?

The beauty, the mountains, the lake

Was it a dream?

Constant happiness, joy, no stress

Was it a dream?

Dark brown eyes looking so sweetly into mine

Was it a dream?

But then above the clouds I fly…

 

Can we ever keep a dream

Or will it always die

And make us search once again

Not knowing for what and why?

Lausanne