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‘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

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‘The Vision’

Burning sun

Falling down the stairs

Slowly, gradually

 

Rivers of blood

Red and black

Flowing right with it

 

The vision changes

I’m in the sand

Blue sand

 

Out of blue sand

There come manlike creatures

Surrounding me, disintegrating me

 

Green grass

Is falling

From the orange sky

 

Sky in flames

Hanging chains

Welcoming me

 

Rivers, shivers,

Hues, images

Now find the meaning

 

‘Reality against childhood dreams’

Where are those dreams?

Those dreams that you’ve dreamt

Of beauty and success,

Of exotic fragrances and happiness?

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Where are those promises

Made under cherry trees

Of eternal love and pleasures unmissed,

Of perfect moments, forever in oasis?

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Where are those hopes

Cherished since childhood years

For world waiting with open arms

And for realized ambitions?

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Where is it all now?

You creep behind the rainbow

Just to find out there’s nothing there

Except for blackness, disappointment and pain

‘Dreaming’

Do You Still Dream?

When the morphine of your love fills my veins

And sweet scent of myrrh caresses my nostrils

My eyes close in the myriad of dying sunbeams

And my mind knows it is the time for it to be a guide

Helplessly drifting through lonely streets

Hanging on every pleasant thought

With a thousand colors and dreams around me

I’d do anything to be permitted to stay

But reality wakes me all over again

And reality shows me it’s always the same

The reality scares me in its cold disdain

Still I keep on finding my way back

I sail away and dream of my perfect land

So come and sleep

Come and dream

With me, oh dream

The world can always wait

‘Dreams and Love’

Melancholy

In the lapse of time

A sweet slow fall

Soft notes of music

Drag me into a slumber

And I dream of you

I dream

And I wake up

You’re still there

You’re still there, in my heart

So I surrender

 

Poetry Potluck

‘Dreams and Love’

Melancholy

In the lapse of time

A sweet slow fall

Soft notes of music

Drag me into a slumber

And I dream of you

I dream

And I wake up

You’re still there

You’re still there, in my heart

So I surrender

 

Poetry Potluck

‘What is really real?’

How do you know the sky is blue?

How do you know he loves you too?

How do you know honey is sweet?

How do you know how long is this street?

How do you know what’s wrong or right?

How do you know you hear them fight?

How do you know your life is not an illusion?

How do you know what it means ‘confusion’?

How do you know you’re not a mere thought

Or a dream that may not mean a lot?

You may say you see it, you feel it, taste it or hear

But nobody knows what is really real