Category Archives: Poetry

Eulogy For The Half Dead

Under the lifeless moon
have i broken life’s truthful moment?
A man’s dream to be loved, it seems
is nothing but my nihilistic sight
and if he, who i seek on the streets, finds love on his winsome gloves
am i left inexorably reaching for life, while the only thing i have is death?
O, beholden the eulogy for the half dead
reckless it is through the words written by wrinkled hands.
And as my youth passes with the wind
i am left with nothing but to wonder
is there life for this fragile hope of mine?


On Her Hand It Was Written

Strip yourself naked – it was written on mother’s hand,
To the orchestra playing the waltz of death,
Dance your life away on the porcelain floor,
Let the bloodshed plant itself in your hollow bones
And rise from the fissures a dead child shall
With a redefining posture to the grapefruit moon,
Mirth tied down his spine,
Never again to be discovered, once more.

How Lonely Sits Berlin

How lonely sits Berlin
A matter of my sin,
Compulsive signs of hope,
Transformed to misery.

How lonely stands the star,
For nothing but poetry,
In love with the Sun itself,
A backlash to it’s memory.

How lonely sits Berlin,
Drags me onto transcendence,
Oh, how I wish I jumped the Berlin Wall,
Oh, how I wish death awaits the absurd of my mind.


1914, London you gave birth to a tease,
Fifth of seven children,
A victim of her own unease,
Formed herself against everything in her bewildering.

1932, what a disgrace to her family,
Shocked them with her flattering hair,
Shocked them with her handshakes so clamilly,
Only to wake up as an exhibition, isn’t that unfair?

1934, love knocked on her heart core made of wood,
It welcomed itself into her dejected soul,
Infront of her a man of  evil stood,
He took her hand and threw her in a black hole.

1939, Bloodshed was constructed in his rough hands,
She only wanted to take a dip in the waters of his ocean-blue eyes,
Couldn’t bare to look at the obliteration of her lands,
So she pulled the trigger in behalf of her demise.

For My Only Friend

Under the dreary sky,
I stand meaningless beside you,
My head tilted down at my feet
With a stare that says nothing
Washes my lungs with rain,
But I remain the same with the conclusion,
To compound words is dull,
So I stand lifeless beside you.

Morbid as the dawn is,
It lays it’s filthy hands on my shoulders
As if it wasn’t enough to carry the moon
With nothing but my puny body,
So once again I stand speechless beside you.

I lost many people on the way to freedom,
I lost my infinite soul,
I’m not ready to lose what I only have,
So I stand nowhere else but beside you.

If These Trees Could Talk

If these trees could talk,
They would speak of you and I,
They would spill words for your immortale grace
And waste the same for this atrocious soul of mine.

Tonight silence broke my cruel heart,
The air became skin-tight and the sky fell apart,
Today is the day I realized what I’ve lost,
Every little piece that I have tossed,
Trudging slowly infront of my eyes,
With nothing more than violent goodbyes.

If this sky could talk,
It wouldn’t open it’s winsome mouth,
For silence is what collides the deaf
And their pity hearts full of ravishing passion

I said:
“Wouldn’t it be great to strangle all the foolish words,
Replace them with a stare which says it all
And what a great world that would be
Such a shame I belong in a foolish state of humanity.”

An answer was nowhere near
For I was sharing dreams with my own blended mind
And reality struck to my heart’s race
So the clash shall never again exist
Only a ruthless battle of my mental state
With a pinch of misery that lies ahead till the end of my time.

If my soul could speak,
It would ring a million words of love and disgust,
My silent laugh would echo through eternity
As my stare screams a mellifluous sound of epiphany.