Poems that don't rhyme
Stepping into a dream
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Stepping gently, without a breath
Not to disturb
Your sweet lashes, covering your dream
That took you away from me
For a moment, into a land of mystery
One illusion replacing another
Which one is true?
Holding a breath, with hope
That it is the one
With me in it.
White pages
Turning them
Like they don’t matter
As if
We can’t run out
Of chances to start new
White pages of every day
Very ordinary life
A life we run through
Searching for something
And not seeing
That here it is
Everything we got
Is in these pages
Turned into chernoviki*
Waiting to start
Living a life,
that never comes
*scrap paper
Beautiful Sad Eyes
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Your eyes
Your beautiful sad eyes
Deep inside of them
With hope
Of kindness
Of a human with a gentle hand
Who can show you affection
Who can make a home
For you
Saying “come,
You will be safe here,
And loved”
And your love knows no end
Your joy has no limits
Your eyes get filled with love
And adoration
For a simple touch
And he softens
In spite of his fear
In spite of his pain
In spite of his loneliness
Against his will
He softens
And falls in love
With you
And with the beauty of his own life
Another Illusion
Was kindness in your eyes
My own wishful thinking?
Did I mistake indifference
For a gentle glance?
Eyes that could possibly know
What it’s been like
The eyes that open the heart
To another human
Longing, hoping and waiting
Waiting despite all she has learnt in the past
Waiting for the eyes
That are kind to her
The gentle embrace
That finally feels like home.
High on You
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I loved breathing you till I couldn’t even smell myself
You reminded me of my dreams
The dreams I had as a little girl
Of the places and times when the sky is pink and I can’t feel my body
My body that went to fly
Fly in the dreams that were never meant to come true
Made up stories
Distractions based on pain
Of generations
That I was aware of deep in my soul
I just couldn’t remember them
In this life time
And I kept longing
Until I met you
You who were in my dream
You who knew that my dream wasn’t real
You who kept the secret
Of the pink sky
And of the little girl’s hopes
You who liked my addictions
You who liked me to smell you
All night long
You who never knew what dreams were
Because yours were shattered before you were born
And you decided that you could dip your toes in others’
Temporary joy
Temporary dream
Suffering that knows no end
You didn’t care
You wanted it all
You were on a hunt
For dreams
For my dreams
Till the day
When I learnt to get high on me