Is mine,
But not you –
The reason of my sorrow.
I am here
On this surface
Of the globe
To rule.
But not to you –
Near, though,
You are not here.
I am at the beginning,
But not at the end, sure.
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Knowing colours
Knowing truthMeans knowing the worldNot happy.Knowing not happyMeans knowing the coloursAll nectar.
My father
My father’s father’s fatherAll are here with me.And I am with time,And time has its ownUnreturnable journey.All confinedAt this end alwaysAs said and anticipated.I am the loverAnd the sinner of lifeAnd life is in loveWith the sun and the moon.
Sign-in
In this speech university.Sign-inAnd listen toMy poems openly.And verify your own lifeWith poetry here.
I am not a mere body you know,
And the necessity of securityIn the correct order with self restraint.
Is this world a chopping board?
Is time the knife?
Who cares?
I care not you alsoAnd yet I am with you.No safe roadNo honest officersAnd we suffer like anything.True, no one is sensibleNo one is integratedNo one is seriousAnd no one caresThe gravity of the problems.