Words are not just words
they are kisses
on the lips of silence
that speak of your essence
~Vesna~

Saturday, September 18, 2010

Running on empty

The last atom of energy
Is gone
Now
I am running on empty

Feels like floating

Is that the secret formula:
When you give it all
You have the most?
You just feel
Deep inside
Something divine
You host

We humans
So powerful
All
A body, a mind, a soul
We don’t know
What is the goal
Yet
We keep running
Running on empty

Wednesday, September 8, 2010

Madness


Madness

Once upon a time
there was a happy lens,
it called itself
Convex…
It worked so nice,
magically and sweet,
making light rays to meet.

One day,
A mirror caused such grief.
That faceless thief
got stuck with
our lens brave
and made it work
like a
Concave…

It’s a madness
For our poor, poor lens.
It has lost it’s art
while all the light
just spreads apart…