Biography of Ruslan Kerimov
I love poetry. I live in Baku, Azerbaijan, which is located at the coast of the Caspian. I love playing the guitar. I like creating something for my soul
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Ruslan Kerimov Poems
A Castle Of Sand
I remember the time when I was a kid, When we played Knights and Queens hand in hand. We dreamt of a kingdom, we decided to build A marvelous castle of sand.
If I Were Satan
If I were Satan, to the hell From godly paradise expelled, I’d wear not my skin of beast I’d wear a mantle of a priest,
To The Child Of Gaza Strip
Day turns to night, night turns to day, A strip of land immersed in fire, Deaf god will never hear you pray, Today is black, the future’s dire.
The Collapse Of Ussr
My country broke down. Did you hear that sound? A sound of destruction, a roar of disaster, Reckless decisions and riots all around, Nobody figured what would be thereafter.
A Victim Of The Sky
A victim of the sky I
When you planted me in fertile soil I was a sprout weak and small But owing to your care and toil I grew up quickly strong and tall.
You want to soar away on wing of starlit Night To blinking lights afar, unknown mystic worlds, Abandoning the past, the remnants of delight, And throwing out the ballast of unspoken words
Sonnet 1, Fall
When Fall bewails the summer’s shining days With howling winds and bitter tears of rain, And gloomy clouds hide the sunny rays, So I lament lost happiness in vain.
Why every Fall I feel so blue When northern wind blows from the sea, And distant memories of you With raging gushes brings to me?
The Maiden Tower
The Maiden Tower I
Love And Gold
Love: True inspiration I ignite In every poet’s heart,
My eyes irradiate no light, My soul’s a homeless cat, It’s frozen and it looks for warmth On a soft and fluffy mat,
The world is awakened by Spring, by the rays of the sun, But someone sleeps fast with his limbs torn apart by a shell, And someone is very much sad but someone has fun, For someone this Spring is the heaven, for someone the hell.
In A Dream
I see her dancing on the sand And making circles on the shore A Spanish guitar in her hand I stand there watching her in awe.
If I Were Satan
If I were Satan, to the hell
From godly paradise expelled,
I’d wear not my skin of beast
I’d wear a mantle of a priest,
I’d write abstruse religious books,
To get the humans on my hooks,
And preach the holy word I’d rather
So they would always kill each other,
Religion is a tool of war,