This path of memory,

On which you have walked for so long,

Will end, if your were to proceed a few steps more,

Where it diverts to oblivion’s desolation

And from there onwards neither you nor I exist.

My eyes, still on you, wait that any instant,

You may return, pass on, or just look back.

Yet, I am aware,

That it is merely an illusion:

When I believe that if my eyes

ever embrace you somewhere,

A new path shall erupt there;

And a similar encounter shall resume;

Under the fall of your locks,

The journey of my arms.

Then, the other situation is just a false,

Because my heart knows:

There is no diversion, desolation or hiding,

Which may conceal my beloved from me.

So, while this path erupts under your feet,

Let it be so;

And if you never even look back,

It doesn’t matter.

Translated by: Sain Sucha

On 17:57 | 0 comments

Hope...

i have seen castles made out of sand,
met people who believe destiny is engraved on the palm of their hands,


i have seen people change their faith,
experienced love change in to hate,


i have seen people grow younger with age,
and a bird who wouldn't fly out of an open cage,


i have seen love sold for money,
people who are devastated inside but outside they're funny,


i have seen the unicorn fall in the love with the toad,
people who owned half the city have now hit the road,


i have learned to expect the unexpected,
perfection doesn't exist, we're all defected,


everyone crys,some just hide their tears,
they say coal turns diamond over a thousand years,


some may believe you are one in a million,
for others you are just another nobody in the billions....

On 09:40 | 0 comments