poetry

formless are my words
still call them poetry.
lines known to me alone
correct them not.
don't laugh at my children,
they may be deformed
they are my dearest ones
albeit their ugliness.

my daily whispering (lesson)

-knowledge is confidence, ignorance is fear, overcoming is courage
-solitude is a painful freedom
- something is accidental and that might be precious too.
   platonic love is divine; it can purify your heart!
- silence is the best reaction. But I forget to fail in front of sound.
- scared of creator; not creature!
- compromise is a kind of slavery.
- not to defeat but not to be defeated.
- dryness of job makes me to do something
   I’m on the stage. you are my audience.
   you can judge. But I’ll decide what is right
- mirage is the symbol of hope for every dream traveler in desert
- society is not always a good audience  

- obedience is a kind of slavery 

   nobody can rule me but God
- I'm nothing but I like everything

art in heART

my dear gift*

opened all doors and windows,
long years sorted in a single night.
eyes flooded in happiness,
tears wrought with care and love.

unexpected reward hurts,
but how sweet is my pain!!
God defeated me once again,
I love my God, I love my gift.

restoring heart and mind,
restoring brain and body.
flood swept away all sadness,
broken all hopes and beliefs.
everything clear. everywhere promises.
sprouting hope awoke me.

tasted the sweetness of reality,
tired of the foolishness of fantasy.
I can't believe the surroundings,
I touch everything as strange objects.
but it's real and pure.
I save all in the dept of my being-
for a long ride till death.
God! never mop off this destiny.
let it remain as long as I'm there.

* Anna (not real name) is my best girl friend.

my way faraway

save the nation!

death

Limbs are freezing like a dead body.
Smelling death in my sweat.
Destroyed everything in front of dreams
Death is like a madman.
Let me die with my dreams-
Which mixed with God’s decision.