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It was the last night of that wicked March,

a month that only brought miseries for Jane.

Of broken relationships and evil crimes,

Jane had lost everything that she owned.


Jane was now afraid of the familiar darkness,

her life, unstable, her dreams, collapsed.

Yet, Jane found hope in a glass of wine,

and every little pieces of shattered bottle.


“The world is evil and bad” they said.

“But I’ll overcome the bad” Jane believed.

And here Jane was, waiting for the ship

that will take her anywhere but away from here.


Jane will not tell you of how we met, on this ship

and, I was asked to take an oath, to hide our story.

The land was far away and Jane was there by my side,

with her glass of Champagne and water all around us.


Jane is not sad anymore and Jane will not weep,

Jane will put darkest of her memories to sleep.

Our weekend getaway is just coming to an end,

“Let us sail the earth, just you and me” Jane said.


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I’ll bid goodbye to this land of melancholic whores

And go to a place

Where a huge tide will take me along

And I will meet new people and write new tales.

I will live a new life in a different time zone

running away from the place I call my home

to a place where I might find some love.

I will draw sketches of that mystical shore,

where white waves hit the rock and split.

I will sing a song to praise the beauty of the place

A place where heaven will fall before my eyes.



“Are you asleep?” I ask.

“No” you say.

A star was shining above,

The leaves withered around me,

And your breath was like a melody

in the still midnight.

“I could close my eyes”

“And die here in your arms” you say.


A long step back and four steps front,

And how I waited for you there,

The lonely mountain was the place

where we were supposed to meet

You turned up late and I was gone

back to my town in the January cold.


The restless sleep and the sadness of heart

was unexplained to the hungry stomach

I lost control of space and time around me

and all I wished was a bubble wrap in space

You didn’t come and I felt lonely again,

in my small room beside the lake.


It snowed next morning in winter’s glory

the tea was hot and my heart was cold,

the minions by my bed still cheered

for there was hope that you would return,

Little rain drops poured from the clouds above,

And I thought my universe cries for me.


A kid came to my house and told you were there

plucking roses from the garden and waiting for me

Oh the poetry in the winds were calling my name

and I knew that second that I had to see you

O lovely winds, call my name again

for the year has started on a bright note


That afternoon, I rode the fastest horse to claim you

To bring you in my arms and proclaim my love,

when I reached your town you were there, waiting

for you knew I would come and take you away,

And so we rode on the road never travelled

and promised to start a new life in an untouched land..


Haunting Loneliness and those Killing Memories

Haunting Loneliness and those Killing Memories

The sun was high, waiting for my dream to end
A dreamland where words rest and memories play.
The dream was dark yet her image in it was bright
Glowing with the imagination of her dark sultry memories
Embedded deep into the darkest corner of my heart
was a memory beating hard and keeping me alive
Turning the burnt pages of my past was a present
which would strangely be my most haunting memory ever
Lets sail to the end of the sea O love for the last time
Holding hands, exchanging hugs and kissing wild
Lets burn the worldly desires in the earth so deep
and freeze in the coldness of the love that shattered it.
The Sun is high, the dream is empty and my sleep is over
lying in my room throughout that harsh month of loneliness
her fragrance is everywhere embedded deep into my soul
How I wish I erased an entire tale of those memories within me.
A month has gone and those two glass of wine lies in dust
A tale has finished and the memories of it can’t be deleted
She left me only to never return to the place we called our own
And I followed her on a solitary journey to the lands of unknown.