Around A Word

January 2010

(IN ANY TENSE)

…can convey in any tense.

Sometimes I start to think

of the past for a chance

to put it all in ink.

The streets where I used to live

turn into memory

lanes leading to you from me

but refusing to leave.

The deep blue sea-like sky

rises above the landscape

of the city. The high-

ways here take the shape

of seaweed under the sea.

No one around can under-

stand everything they see.

Only GOD can. I wonder

how it feels not to be afraid

of anything in the World.

But I fear the price to be paid

for this is more than my word…

…can convey in any tense. Sometimes I start to think of the past for a chance to put it all in ink. The streets where I used to live turn into memory lanes leading to you from me but refusing to leave. The deep blue sea-like sky rises above the landscape of the city. The highways here take the shape of seaweed under the sea. No one around can understand everything they see. Only GOD can. I wonder how it feels not to be afraid of anything in the World. But I fear the price to be paid for this is more than my word…

February 2010

(ONLY GOD KNOWS)

…only GOD knows when

it can happen again.

There has to be some

way to cancel the curse

of those who fear the sun

could set the Universe

on fire. Without light,

there can be no shade

and vice versa. The night

slowly begins to fade

out on an empty street

corner. Like a brick wall,

everything seems complete

one second before the Whole

World turns around and

comes to an end. In the end,…

…only GOD knows when it can happen again. There has to be some way to cancel the curse of those who fear the sun could set the Universe on fire. Without light, there can be no shade and vice versa. The night slowly begins to fade out on an empty street corner. Like a brick wall, everything seems complete one second before the Whole World turns around and comes to an end. In the end,…

March 2010

(WORD ORDER OF THINGS)

…again. Snow-white

sails melt on

the skyline. The night

bleeds out at dawn

and dies with the first

ray of the sun.

It quenches the thirst

of rivers run

dryer than your

mouth when you

vanish before

your own new

image. You must

have seen a lot

back in the past.

Now, you have got

nothing to lose

except your blues.

Trying to find

your way back in-

side, you don’t mind

being unseen.

But you don’t like

being unheard

of as your life

is in the word

order of things

that cannot be

touched. Like the wings

of your memory,

they fly back to

the distant past

when years took

longer to last.

It is a strange

world you can’t change

no matter how hard

you try. Its heart

is now as cold

as stone. It’s sold

its soul to a rag-

man. Its body bag

is empty. When I

look up at the sky,

it looks like it is

empty, too. Please,

ask GOD to fill

it with HIS Will…

…again. Snow-white sails melt on the skyline. The night bleeds out at dawn and dies with the first ray of the sun. It quenches the thirst of rivers run dryer than your mouth when you vanish before your own new image. You must have seen a lot back in the past. Now, you have got nothing to lose except your blues. Trying to find your way back inside, you don’t mind being unseen. But you don’t like being unheard of as your life is in the word order of things that cannot be touched. Like the wings of your memory, they fly back to the distant past when years took longer to last. It is a strange world you can’t change no matter how hard you try. Its heart is now as cold as stone. It’s sold its soul to a ragman. Its body bag is empty. When I look up at the sky, it looks like it is empty, too. Please, ask GOD to fill it with HIS Will…

April 2010

(LEAF IN THE WIND)

…the sun sets and the time

pauses in a pantomime

like an old black and white

photograph of the night

in the window. You dream

of snow that tastes like cream.

In the light of a moon-

shaped plate, a silver spoon

mixes sugar and salt

inside your restless soul.

Each time you lose control

over the steering wheel

of your life, you may feel

as helpless as a torn leaf

in the wind. For a brief

moment, your memory

lane turns into a free-

way of living without regret

or fear. Inside your head,…

…the sun sets and the time pauses in a pantomime like an old black and white photograph of the night in the window. You dream of snow that tastes like cream. In the light of a moon-shaped plate, a silver spoon mixes sugar and salt inside your restless soul. Each time you lose control over the steering wheel of your life, you may feel as helpless as a torn leaf in the wind. For a brief moment, your memory lane turns into a freeway of living without regret or fear. Inside your head,…

October 2010

(WINGS OF THE WIND)

…there is. Time travels fast

enough to tear the chain

of events into the past,

present and future pain

or joy. You’re looking for

the wheels of the driving rain

clouds outside the door,

distracted by a fright train

of thoughts. In worlds of things,

money mean freedom much

more frequently than the wings

of the wind. You can touch

them, but you cannot hold

them. You simply can’t keep

them to yourself like gold.

That’s why gold is so cheap

compared to the Priceless Word

of GOD in any world…

…there is. Time travels fast enough to tear the chain of events into the past, present and future pain or joy. You’re looking for the wheels of the driving rain clouds outside the door, distracted by a fright train of thoughts. In worlds of things, money mean freedom much more frequently than the wings of the wind. You can touch them, but you cannot hold them. You simply can’t keep them to yourself like gold. That’s why gold is so cheap compared to the Priceless Word of GOD in any world…

November 2010

(EACH CONTAINS A WORD)

…may follow more falling snow.

Sometimes you find a way

back to a place you know

better than any play,

novel or poem you’ve read.

Follow the fireflies

swarming before the head-

lights that look like your eyes.

Moving really fast,

thoughts can take you along

with them. It is a long

way that leads to the past.

Somebody’s future starts

at present and may go on

till the time they are gone.

You remember some parts,

but you forget the whole,

facing another wall

made of stone-cold hearts.

Each contains a word.

GOD created the World,

and only GOD can end

It. No one can understand

all GOD does. Only GOD

knows when the next Great Flood…

…may follow more falling snow. Sometimes you find a way back to a place you know better than any play, novel or poem you’ve read. Follow the fireflies swarming before the headlights that look like your eyes. Moving really fast, thoughts can take you along with them. It is a long way that leads to the past. Somebody’s future starts at present and may go on till the time they are gone. You remember some parts, but you forget the whole, facing another wall made of stone-cold hearts. Each contains a word. GOD created the World, and only GOD can end It. No one can understand all GOD does. Only GOD knows when the next Great Flood…

December 2010

(THIS MONTH OF MARCH)

…the sun when it’s too bright.

The moon is on like a night-

light. In this month of March,

snow is as white as starch

on the sheets of your bed

where you feel like a dead

man sleeping all day and all

night, facing a whitewashed wall.

Whenever you turn, each spring

under you starts to sing

the steel song of a swallow

cutting a hole in the hollow

air. There is too much noise

around, and it destroys

the sacred harmony of

silence. GOD switches off…

…the sun when it’s too bright. The moon is on like a nightlight. In this month of March, snow is as white as starch on the sheets of your bed where you feel like a dead man sleeping all day and all night, facing a whitewashed wall. Whenever you turn, each spring under you starts to sing the steel song of a swallow cutting a hole in the hollow air. There is too much noise around, and it destroys the sacred harmony of silence. GOD switches off…

March 2011

(BEHIND EVERY DOOR)

…the Whole World and all

there is, including your soul.

Shadows stretch from the sun,

seeking the end of the day,

which is about to run

out of light on the way

to tomorrow. Few eyes

see and few ears hear

the truth. Plenty of lies

swarm around in fear.

In the night, fear waits

deep in the dark behind

every door. It inflates

like a balloon on your mind.

Fear tears through the air

just like a poisoned dart.

It’s almost everywhere,

even in abstract art

galleries. It’s on walls

like cobwebs. Fear hides

in emergency calls.

It is felt on both sides

of any dead-end street,

stalking you to your place.

It feels like it will slit

your throat if you see its face

in a sharp piece of glass.

Spilling some boiled blood

from your heart, try to guess

WHO has no fear. GOD

is certainly not afraid

of anything: HE made…

…the Whole World and all there is, including your soul. Shadows stretch from the sun, seeking the end of the day, which is about to run out of light on the way to tomorrow. Few eyes see and few ears hear the truth. Plenty of lies swarm around in fear. In the night, fear waits deep in the dark behind every door. It inflates like a balloon on your mind. Fear tears through the air just like a poisoned dart. It’s almost everywhere, even in abstract art galleries. It’s on walls like cobwebs. Fear hides in emergency calls. It is felt on both sides of any dead-end street, stalking you to your place. It feels like it will slit your throat if you see its face in a sharp piece of glass. Spilling some boiled blood from your heart, try to guess WHO has no fear. GOD is certainly not afraid of anything: HE made…

May 2011

(ONCE AGAIN)

…that is turned upside down

once again. You would like

to move to a different town

and start another life

there. It’s like you’re still

looking for a place to go

to where fear doesn’t kill

those who don’t want to slow

down their dreams. It eats

young men for dinner and old

men for breakfast like sweets.

At least that’s what you’re told.

Out in the dark streets,

the rain is getting as hard

as the ground it falls on

as it pours on your heart

all night till the next dawn

breaks. Only GOD can give

you a chance to live free

of fear. Do you believe?

The sky looks like a sea…

…that is turned upside down once again. You would like to move to a different town and start another life there. It’s like you’re still looking for a place to go to where fear doesn’t kill those who don’t want to slow down their dreams. It eats young men for dinner and old men for breakfast like sweets. At least that’s what you’re told. Out in the dark streets, the rain is getting as hard as the ground it falls on as it pours on your heart all night till the next dawn breaks. Only GOD can give you a chance to live free of fear. Do you believe? The sky looks like a sea…

June 2011

(RECORDER OF WORDS)

…a way to a place that looks

like a pile of books.

Being encrusted with gold

and silver city lights,

the night is still too cold

compared to other nights.

It looks like we all want

the same thing. We just put

it into different words

that do not always suit

us. I am a recorder

of words haunting my mind.

I keep changing their order

in an attempt to find…

…a way to a place that looks like a pile of books. Being encrusted with gold and silver city lights, the night is still too cold compared to other nights. It looks like we all want the same thing. We just put it into different words that do not always suit us. I am a recorder of words haunting my mind. I keep changing their order in an attempt to find…

July 2011

(HARD RAINS)

…in It. It rains, and it

looks like it may not quit

very soon. Rainy fall

is what they sometimes call

this time around this

place where hard rains kiss

summers goodbye. The heart-

land is hard to depart

from, using a train. Time

can act like organized crime,

destroying everything around.

I wonder if someone’s found

a definite reason why

everyone has to die,

even though GOD can save

anyone from their grave.

Maybe we just don’t know

those who don’t die, and no

one talks about it because

this information could cause

a seismic shift in the Whole

World and every soul…

…in It. It rains, and it looks like it may not quit very soon. Rainy fall is what they sometimes call this time around this place where hard rains kiss summers goodbye. The heartland is hard to depart from, using a train. Time can act like organized crime, destroying everything around. I wonder if someone’s found a definite reason why everyone has to die, even though GOD can save anyone from their grave. Maybe we just don’t know those who don’t die, and no one talks about it because this information could cause a seismic shift in the Whole World and every soul…

September 2011

(TROUBLED MIND)

…night that can take you back

there. Sometimes you find

the same railroad track

crossing your troubled mind.

Your heart is not in your chest.

It is miles away —

deep in the distant past

where you wish to stay

because you want to last

forever, feeling no pain.

It beats faster for fear

that one day you may hear

it stop. Like a subway train

of thoughts and lost memories,

it travels from time to time.

Looking for a new rhyme

among the metallic trees,

you hear a familiar tune

recorded on a full moon…

…night that can take you back there. Sometimes you find the same railroad track crossing your troubled mind. Your heart is not in your chest. It is miles away – deep in the distant past where you wish to stay because you want to last forever, feeling no pain. It beats faster for fear that one day you may hear it stop. Like a subway train of thoughts and lost memories, it travels from time to time. Looking for a new rhyme among the metallic trees, you hear a familiar tune recorded on a full moon…

October 2011

(WINTER WIND)

…beneath GOD’s Hands that drew

everything, including you

and me. We are washed with

a wave of winter wind.

After so many days of rain,

the sky is painted blue

once again. Once again,

I am talking to you

like that wind in the trees

under the evening sun.

They are starting to freeze

as it sets. On the run

from images in my head,

I’m in a moody frame

of mind. It has a name,

but it is way too sad

to say it. Turning away

from yet another day,

for all I know, your eyes

may now be stars in the skies…

…beneath GOD’s Hands that drew everything, including you and me. We are washed with a wave of winter wind. After so many days of rain, the sky is painted blue once again. Once again, I am talking to you like that wind in the trees under the evening sun. They are starting to freeze as it sets. On the run from images in my head, I’m in a moody frame of mind. It has a name, but it is way too sad to say it. Turning away from yet another day, for all I know, your eyes may now be stars in the skies…

December 2011

(FREEZE FRAMES)

…of Life created by GOD.

Long before the first flood

of snow, the windows turn

into freeze frames. Ice-cold

winds can easily burn

anyone who is bold

enough to go outside

and take a walk along

an empty street. Some tried,

but then something went wrong

as they were wading through

the emptiness at the cross-

roads of regret for the true

meaning of the word “loss”.

The weather changes each day

from rainy to sunny and back.

It also changes the way

some see things as they track

and even write them down.

Over this quiet night town,

the moon looks half full or half

empty, depending on you

and your point of view.

I see your photograph

in my mind. I look at

you, but then I look back

to when I first knew that

you can look like you lack

something. Sometimes you see

that one could be much more

than a drop in the sea.

There is a Higher Law…

…of Life created by GOD. Long before the first flood of snow, the windows turn into freeze frames. Ice-cold winds can easily burn anyone who is bold enough to go outside and take a walk along an empty street. Some tried, but then something went wrong as they were wading through the emptiness at the crossroads of regret for the true meaning of the word “loss”. The weather changes each day from rainy to sunny and back. It also changes the way some see things as they track and even write them down. Over this quiet night town, the moon looks half full or half empty, depending on you and your point of view. I see your photograph in my mind. I look at you, but then I look back to when I first knew that you can look like you lack something. Sometimes you see that one could be much more than a drop in the sea. There is a Higher Law…

January 2012

(ANOTHER ONE)

…which may soon start to melt

along with ice and cream.

You may feel what you felt

when you knew that your dream

wouldn’t come true. Time broke

it to you with other news.

Your life feels like a joke,

but you can hardly choose

another one like a coat

in a store. It is Fate

that has the deciding vote.

Only GOD knows how late

or early it is to know

what’s hiding behind the snow,…

…which may soon start to melt along with ice and cream. You may feel what you felt when you knew that your dream wouldn’t come true. Time broke it to you with other news. Your life feels like a joke, but you can hardly choose another one like a coat in a store. It is Fate that has the deciding vote. Only GOD knows how late or early it is to know what’s hiding behind the snow,…

February 2012

(SOMETIMES)

…again. Sometimes my mind

turns into a time machine.

As I push the rewind

button, places I’ve been

to flash before my eyes.

Some remain. Some pass.

Sometimes some empty skies

may appear almost as

blank as a screen a few

seconds before a show

starts. I want to see you,

even though I don’t I know

what to say if we meet

while going our ways

along a Dead-End Street

many call Life these days.

Only GOD can turn this

Dead-End Street into Bliss…

…again. Sometimes my mind turns into a time machine. As I push the rewind button, places I’ve been to flash before my eyes. Some remain. Some pass. Sometimes some empty skies may appear almost as blank as a screen a few seconds before a show starts. I want to see you, even though I don’t I know what to say if we meet while going our ways along a Dead-End Street many call Life these days. Only GOD can turn this Dead-End Street into Bliss…

March 2012

(HIGHER AND HIGHER)

…drink as the heat keeps rising

higher, higher and higher.

Sizzling like a frying pan,

the highway on the horizon

appears to be on fire.

Every woman and man

reckless enough to stroll

along a sweltering street

walks his or her own shadow

like an annoyingly small

dog. Meanwhile, the heat

reaches the suburb meadow,

and then the forest wall.

After the rain, the sun

has come back to this town,

paving its streets with gold.

Everything else seems done.

Nothing is going down

except maybe some cold…

…drink as the heat keeps rising higher, higher and higher. Sizzling like a frying pan, the highway on the horizon appears to be on fire. Every woman and man reckless enough to stroll along a sweltering street walks his or her own shadow like an annoyingly small dog. Meanwhile, the heat reaches the suburb meadow, and then the forest wall. After the rain, the sun has come back to this town, paving its streets with gold. Everything else seems done. Nothing is going down except maybe some cold…

April 2012

(IN THE DISTANCE)

…while she changes like

a woman. Another rain-

coat hangs on the skyline,

dripping down the drain.

Colors seem to collide

in the distance between

two words you try to hide

from. Somebody is seen

coming in a long dark

gown that covers the back

of what looks like a park

alley painted black

and blue. Red lanterns light

up the face of the night…

…while she changes like a woman. Another raincoat hangs on the skyline, dripping down the drain. Colors seem to collide in the distance between two words you try to hide from. Somebody is seen coming in a long dark gown that covers the back of what looks like a park alley painted black and blue. Red lanterns light up the face of the night…

June 2012

(THE LIGHT OF THE MOON)

…off and the light

of the moon on

to watch the night.

Till the next dawn,

the day is done.

GOD turns the sun…

…off and the light of the moon on to watch the night. Till the next dawn, the day is done. GOD turns the sun…

August 2012

(STRAY RAIN)

…rain washes a window pane

of someone who is in pain.

So much of it is in vain:

the window may become clean,

but nothing seems to be seen

through it in blue or green.

The night invites all the ghosts

to their favorite posts.

Like ships from foreign coasts,

they come from so far away

that they could lose their way

to any place where a stray…

…rain washes a window pane of someone who is in pain. So much of it is in vain: the window may become clean, but nothing seems to be seen through it in blue or green. The night invites all the ghosts to their favorite posts. Like ships from foreign coasts, they come from so far away that they could lose their way to any place where a stray…

October 2012

(A BIT BLURRED)

…words of truth, which Time tells

better than anyone else

except GOD (as GOD is

able to make Time freeze).

The night is white with snow

falling in fast and slow

motion, depending on

the speed of wind before dawn.

There is more snow on the roof-