I am not
What I see,
What I feel,
What I think
Does not exist.
Clouds our minds,
Clouds our eyes,
Clouds our hearts.
Each of us
Has a distinct vision
Of what there is,
It’s never the same.
It does not exist.
Creating our own stories,
Creating our own worlds,
The thought is fleeting
The mind is bigger than corpse
The passion is painful
The dive is scary
Yet knowledge is eye-opening
And talent requires feeding
Silence is glorious
And company can be distracting
Reality is unreal
It is formed by our minds
The time passes still
As we keep on loading our clocks
You can only write
Your vision is blurred
There’s no peace of mind
The soul flees through the pen
Into the page it flies
Whether it’s midnight or day
Your choices are sliced
Floating in the sea of helplessness
Among the biterness of nothingness
Within the routines and faces touched by sadness
Carried away in the fate’s darkness
Pondering over world’s unfairness
Searching for the promised brightness
And the unlikely happiness
Hoping for some kind of loneliness
But you’re never alone in your human weakness
The minutes run away into nothingness
You’re left with less and less time before death, drowning deeper into hopelessness
Where are those dreams?
Those dreams that you’ve dreamt
Of beauty and success,
Of exotic fragrances and happiness?
Where are those promises
Made under cherry trees
Of eternal love and pleasures unmissed,
Of perfect moments, forever in oasis?
Where are those hopes
Cherished since childhood years
For world waiting with open arms
And for realized ambitions?
Where is it all now?
You creep behind the rainbow
Just to find out there’s nothing there
Except for blackness, disappointment and pain
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
A moment of hesitation
A deep relation
Between two people on their own
Struggling to be together
Struggling to stay forever
Sent from heaven above
Watching and wanting
To conceal the painful truth
To control their actions
By little golden fractions
Spread around them
Their eyes closed for the evil
Love doesn’t care to reveal
The actual reality