the walking

riddles of time,
the red snow.
Footsteps, on the melting
We have to walk
like such crimes
however deep, or obscure
because we have to walk
that is what we do
No matter if the footsteps will remain
No matter if the snow will melt away

But i feel like laughing on those
who press on too hard
on the snow,
on the naive, playful snow
who cares very little.
To make a mark with their boots
with a temptation to be immortalized

The snow and me,
We watch them,
the fool with the strength and the boots,
while we play carelessly with each other
melting each other,
getting lost,
being and not being
failing the riddles
losing the games.
While they think, they are WINNERS.

Mohini

What would you give me
Mohini???

It has been ages,
the angels and the demons
have been fighting 
inside my head

I take whatever i get
A gulp of-poison
and;
A gulp of-elixir

One stern Voyage
from life to death
and
death to life
A pendulum
A swing
that never was quiet
yet never became anything

one second- a demon
another- a god
and they fight again
filling the head with 
barrels of elixir and poison

But i leave it to you now
 feeling sick of immortality sometimes
and feeling sick of dying sometimes
what would you give me???
MOHINI???

Hollow Man

How do you do??
Hollow man.
I just met a devil on my way
He was happier
He just said 'yes'
To all the crimes he committed
He just said 'yes'
To the abandonment he made
and he just said 'yes'
that he enjoys it
'Hollow man'

Homecoming 2

Midnight and feverish

I wait 

For a promise, that was never made

I wait for a hint,

A breath, a word, or at least a silent

I wait for a 'no' or 'yes'

or for something that is....

I play with a goldfish in my head

windowpanes, black curtains

they hide a lake behind them

and then,

my eyes swim in it