Life is a dance which leads each one of us to the ultimate truth-Death. Here I am traveling towards my coffin, not walking but dancing. Without music, without obliged to any defined rhythm, I am inching towards it, towards my coffin. Throughout my dancing once again I am watching everything...
I am dancing without music
Dancing without definite steps
Kudos to a failed hunting
The net was laid perfect
No chances for a rabbit to escape
Ah, who claims to be purest?
A sinner somewhere you are always
Causing a tear of pain
While taking birth, to your mother
When we are just human
And not gods
and while barren deceptions do not work
Come to my temple
I do not even know whether-
You will ever read this letter.
I am getting married, again.
To touch the blues of my lost skies
My mind is leaping like a dead frog
Distances which I can’t reach
Stays there with an ironic smile-deep rooted
'Why you never painted me? ' She asked
'I am afraid? ' I lowered my eyes
'Afraid of? '
'Painting something so perfect'
Shall I stop now, singing my story?
story is over
it is only me and empty chairs