Music

Music Flows River

Music is the only storyteller

That glorifies the story of dumb times

Rhythm of conversation between granny and grandson

Fills the material sounds with silence

Silence glows like a distant planet

When music

Touches the unseen blades of hungry words

Music is drunk like wine by them

Who never

Fight own war

For they are always warriors of others

Let there be music

In every solemn villages

Forgotten by dynamic civilization

And now- music flows river

From the top of the hills of their pains

Wish You Were Here

Wish You Were Here

“O babe, babe

It’s a wild world”-Cat Stevens

Believe me- I smile at your image

Just to embed my distress

Feeling down

In this gloomy evening

Only if you were here

With all your strengths

Then with all my weaknesses

Would have felt warmth

Of meta-emotion of still cornerstones

Looking at moon

I burn my sights

So that

I could imagine there’s no country

No Hell

No Heaven

And no walls

Speech turns off

From the words

Of ever advertising market

No hell seems more hellious

Than this

Paradise of paradoxical greed

I need you to make me able to heal me

I feel like a winner

When I think I’ve nothing to lose

I feel like a winner

When I forget to win

I feel down when I’m not able to see

What else always lingers on my back?

Wish You Were Here

Wish to see my dark side