Poem

I will say goodbye
A painful thought

out of  logic talks,

I decided to walk

I can be crushed

by my awareness

of  a deep

sense of afraidness

I leave behind

experiences

of something

rare and new,

essential for you

attraction of minds

is difficult to find,

a kind of friendship

not easy to understand

I will see you

in the shadow,

while struggling

with emotions

you keep a

distance,

avoiding disturbance

you are living

under surveillance

Poem

Women in brown trousers

She was walking
through life
in brown trousers

her face
had no expressions,
blue eyes
got grey,
her skin was pale

emotions
hidden behind
a veil

sensuality
drowned,
promiscuousity
denied,
fantasies lost
in realities

still,
not dead,
but alive,
sensitive to others

warm
as sand in Bengal sun,
under her brown trousers

Reflections

The beauty of soul
is seen
through crystal,
its colours,
change in the
light of life,
has its
roots in
a big heart,
making thoughts
of the good,
its seeds
find its footsteps
in to the
unknown future

Bridges of Madison County
One can not really
tell,
in ordinary words,
unique as it is,
different,
strong and scary

an untold story
of inner personalities
and humanity,
sensible feelings,
hidden behind
a mask
of normality

still,
doors wide open
to
images made
of golden threads,
never seen before

poems easily born

an awakening time,
sensing
a depth to far to reach,
walking with loneliness,
struggling
to find daily routines,
gratitude
for overwhelming experience,
like
Bridges of Madison County


Circle of living life

Sweet dreams,
my lips,
rich of colours,
flourish like a flower,
smiles softly,
red and warm

look,
my wrinkles,
not two,
but perhaps
millions,
they are
shining paths
on my skin

mirror says it:
My breasts
does not blossoms,
they are rather thin,
but still,
they are my very own
A joy!

what has happen
with my waist?

before I was slim
and feisty,
but life is good,
with
cream and sugar
and
happy moments
with
a glass of wine or two

fruits of passions
feels dry,
sour and rough,
what to do?

one feel shy and shaky,
let it happen carefully

do not touch
my legs,
they are not
my best,
but dance I will
and dance I do

I am alive
and so are you

Poem

Kiss me beyond realities
Fingertips touch them,
as they get swollen,
greedy

Silent hunger,
at an empty table,

warmth spread
in a body,
used to freeze

dreams flows,
while you
reach an universe,
of stormy feelings
and a very different
kind of sounds

clothes are falling,
on a white floor,
your hands
are not alone,
you smell
the skin
of a stranger

you move your leg,
you dance,
but not your eyes,
they search
in the room
and find
those lips
which kiss you
beyond realities

Poem

Have I ever seen you before

Intense,

one sense

a strength

with words

and

words again

of a certain

length

and dark eyes,

a hiding place

of beautiful lies

the past

has revisited

me at last

what

a question

to  ask:

are you

a reflection

of what

I left behind

Still,

decades ago

I see

it clear:

A change,

of direction

a new route

now and then,

always a chain,

bewildered,

still sane,

but not

for you to say,

if I really met

you yesterday