I've turned the page.
A clean paper before me lay;
it smiled, innocent and white
...
I'm gazing into the skies,
into infinity among the stars
which ardent looks send
burning passionately
...
Where are you heading,
where do you go?
What are you searching for?
...
Some days are just like that,
they impose their will on you.
You may want different things,
...
Guns are silent,
here came the "peace",
but I still harbor
some strange unease;
...
I suffer silently inside
bit by bit
the pain constantly follows me
doesn't quit
...
... as she's looking into my eyes,
responding to the glare in my sight,
the world's turning into paradise
in this steaming summer night.
...
Through a crack in concrete
a flower has grown.
In the middle of the street
all odds it beat.
...
The life has flown away
through me, through my veins;
and now only its unspent part
slowly seeps through the cracks
...
Yesterday we lost another man,
Hamid was "allowed" to leave,
I like that guy but little I can,
little to offer and give.
...
Pervasive and heavy,
sits on you
like clouds made of lead.
It presses you
...
In eternity centuries,
years and days,
in eternity a flash;
a single glare,
...
On that particular night
I sat in the Green Mill;
on that particular night
...
Challenge
I've turned the page.
A clean paper before me lay;
it smiled, innocent and white
as if it was about to say:
And you would want to be a poet,
new ideas to empower,
worlds unknown to discover,
sun and rain with verse admire,
reach the skies and even higher;
You would want. But would you dare,
would you care fear to spare,
come out here to share a fight?
I am awaiting, clean and white.