November 27, 2019
Once there was a very small boat;
made of polished dark mahogany
It had to keep itself forever afloat;
habits were a strange homogony
November 24, 2019
You will never really know who I am in fact;
I may laugh my head off or even if I may cry
You will never really know who I am in real;
how deep you look or how hard you may try
November 17, 2019
One doesn’t wait for them to be found;
One doesn’t wait for them to be earned
Your hell is here, your heaven is here;
and so far this is all what I have learnt
November 14, 2019
All those who cultivate seeds of happiness,
will one day eat the bitter fruit of sorrow
It’s your destiny, your legacy my dear child,
prod your past, don’t seek a new tomorrow
November 14, 2019
The eagle soared high above the purple sea;
dark wings embracing the darkness of the night
A lonely lighthouse stood his vigil, tall and pale;
alone on the shore, a miserable and lonely knight
October 29, 2019
Outside, there is autumn – the colours of gold and rust
It comes for a month or two and then hits rock bottom
Inside, the autumn stays forever, heaps of ash and dust
It came when I was born, will leave when I’m all rotten
October 19, 2019
To you my friend, who ever gave a fuck;
to you my friend, who ever cared at all
None of your fucks ever mattered;
none of them were counted at all
October 18, 2019
The night is silent and Gamayun sits atop a lonely rock, looking down on the city of lights. A gentle breeze is blowing from the North-East, carrying faint shades of some long-lost and ancient fragrance. Then suddenly she senses a presence – there is someone beckoning her attention from the shadows. She raises her hand and commands:
October 18, 2019
Far away from all this filth and all this stinking mold;
there is a secret and silent garden of unfulfilled dreams
The garden is colorless, neither silver or purple nor gold;
no chirping or singing, just a chaos of cries and screams
October 17, 2019
All the faceless monsters
lurking under your bed;
and grey smoky ghosts,
hiding quietly in the shed
They are still alive
and very much well fed;
their appetites are strong,
smelling your fears and dread
Oh you were so mistaken
and you were so very wrong;
they are still here
and they are still very strong
