what exists today.

no word but silence,
no company but voids,
no truth but masks,
no society but obligations,
no faith but politics,
no reason but wars,
no man but gods,
no me but you,
exists today.

Mad Woman

don't let her fall in love
she is meant to hate and betray
don't teach her to be patient
she is meant to suffer and for prey

don't speak about the truth of life
she is meant to be ignorant showpiece
don't open the door to success
she is meant to be on lease

don't wish her freedom and happiness
she is meant to prove morality everyday
don't follow her and leave her alone
she will find her own sky to fly someday

WoodenBox

The blue ink inside the red cage,

The blank eyes of the white page,

The litter of words in noiseless rage,

The ancient thoughts of forgotten sage,

The orphan questions of my age,

All in wooden box of secret wage.

peace of mind

i have lost it.
have you lost it too.
is everyone losing it
or selling it.
is it deliberately missing
or misfortune.
should i check the neighbors.
or call the police.
is the concern authorized.
or illegal.
have i lost it forever.
the rarest of all matters.
the peace of mind.

ruins of season

Why is that

the winter’s moon swallows the warm isolation

and stars shine brighter?

Why is that

the summer’s shadow unfold the memoirs of pain

and separations mock louder?

Why is that

the rain’s tear and heart’s rain merge well

and reflects the face colder?

Why is that

the season of problems evergreen

and the modern happiness molder?

Angel Timei

the little fingers.

the tiny nose.

the cold hand.

the bigger hose.

the innocence.

the remorse.

the priceless smile.

the cheap sorrow.

the small dream.

the big domain.

the little beauty.

the ugly pain.

the da da di.

the di di da.

the pregnant dictionary.

the hollow ha ha.

Viper ,The Pied Piper

A revolution of rats
Ordained to hole the hats
Under the shield of the night and the lamps of ardor
“Let’s take an oath to dictate all human’s larder”.

Inside the womb of darkness
Presided a giant, sly snake
“Great hogwash at parliamentary sessions
Can only be a part of rat’s obsessions.”

But all politics is not a game.
Be a dictator or some fame.
The power of individual will
Was for eternity an unsettled bill.

On the 'D day',
when rat-men with their swords
Blew the war trumpet
To conquer the indolent lords

The nature of calamity barked
And thus the calender was marked

At finale when humans were tired
Ingress of savior 'the viper' was hired

With each slithery change, he calmed the hyper
That’s how he became the legendary Pied Piper.

Thinking is Evil

allow the heart to think,
and it will bleed.
the blood will not be red,
but the color of devil.

matter of void

You can think and dream

But can you touch  thoughts?

You can possess a heart,

But can you touch love?

You can bleed and lament,

But can you touch pain?

You can dance and laugh,

But can you touch happiness?

You can destroy or die,

But can you touch death?

You can create man

But can you touch god?

color of void

Don’t ask me the reason of my color.
It was here, I saw you.
It was here, I painted myself.

Winds of time claimed a shade.

Water of emotions burrowed one.

But nothing tainted the color of void.
It’s still the colorless.