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

Courage of Saying No

This wild and beautiful world is suffocating

For so many Yes’s

Nobody says no to No’s

Nobody bothers

Who dies of his gorgeous Yes

Her beautiful Yes

Yes to the Yes’s

Yes to the No’s

Yes is Yes everywhere

It’s alright

Everybody thinks that everything is in order

But they merely pretend of perceiving Yes

Everything isn’t right

But we say-

Everything is gonna be alright

Ok Ok

And now can you see the dangerous face of Yes

That rapes the dignity of No’s

Every Yes isn’t always positive

Who’ll say No to content minds?

Who’ll say No to flirt masks?

Who’ll say No to seducing prejudices?

Who’ll say No to ill myths?

Who’ll say No to established truths?

Who’ll say No to blind eyes?

Who’ll say No to horrific peace?

Who’ll say No to toxic democracy?

Who’ll say No to paralysed development?

Who’ll say No to barbaric civilization?

Who’ll say No to dead dreams?

The problem the world faces

Is not drugs

Not AIDS

Nor Global Warming

Almost everybody is master in art of saying Yes to the world

The vacuum of courage of saying No

Is gnawing all real Yes’s

Remorse

The Divorce Paper


Before the silence
Screamed-
Somebody
F
E
L
L
Inside forbidden cradle
Just as surreal dusts of
A cheap cigarette
F
A
L
L
S
Inside
A proletariat ash tray, old

After the aftermath
When silence broke its silence
The ideology and practice
Were signing
The divorce paper
In the court of ‘market’

The gigolo storm came
Like a loser
Leaning head

The old storm
Is now
In deep remorse

The gizmo flower holds
A handful of toxic air
Inside its heart
To die
An early metadeath