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
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
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
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
