Fear Not The World Is Changing

Fear not the world is shrinking upon us

There is enough space inside

A single dream is enough

To create a new world

Somewhere out there

In the eyes of a child

The dream is no different from reality

Both share the same roots

Change is a many headed snake

One who tames one

Tames them all

Fear not the world is changing upon us

There is enough space for every change

False Pretext

It’s only under false pretext

That I behave selfishly

I can never though

Love myself

More than I love you

Silence consumes me

Like termites eat dry wood

Darkness fights me

Like an untamed bull

I open my eyes wider

To see you in the dark

I sense your uncanny presence every night

In my empty room

I ask myself

Is this how madness casts its shadow?

The fangs of sadness are upon me

I try distracting myself

I think of full moon

Watching me like an insomniac eye

The curve of the sky sharpens my vision

I see beyond the tomb of my death

I rinse a dream off my eyes

Pour it in a moon-reflecting lake

It brightens the whole valley

I don’t remember clearly

If I saw you last night or dreamt about you

Dreams are the soul of light

You could steal my soul right then

If only love could be mastered

But it’s not a skill or a magic trick

It’s light on a dark road

Hope is the only source of peace in love

I have no peace

Thus it’s only under false pretext

That I am hopeful

The darkness of your indifference

Never leaves me

Note To Self

No night is too long

To forget

That the day is eventually going to come

Election Day

Did you vote?

Everyone is asking me

I keep wondering

Who will choose the one?

Who is the chosen one?

Life counted is life wasted

Every progress is not growth

Every change is not progress

The value of life lies in loving

Not suffering

Yes, I did vote

But not in secret ballot

I vote openly every day

For happiness, against sadness

For love, against hatred

For wisdom, against ignorance

This is my democracy

This is my fundamental right

I Hate You

I hate everything about you

I hate you so much

I don’t want to remember

The day I met you

I hate that day

That moment

You changed me

My sight

My hearing

My touch

My taste

My smell

You changed everything about me

I hate this changed person

I hate to spend hours with you

Every day

Forgetting everything I am supposed to do

I hate to eat with you

The only foods you like

I hate the way you look at me

The way you touch me

The way you make me feel

I hate it

When you take pieces of everything I have

I hate to hold you

Cuddle you

Caress you

Hug you every time you smile

I hate to think about you

Every moment

Obsessively

Talk to you

Incessantly

Even when there is nothing to talk

I hate it

To say good night

Tens of times

And still not leave

I hate you so much

That I might die with this hatred

P.S.: The poem is paradoxical.

P.P.S:  The meaning of the poem is contrary to what it reads.

Presence in Absence

 Doors aren’t closed yet

End isn’t an end really

From all the places of her absences

She still watches me

I have marked them all

Like the audience of a true artist never dies

Even if it isn’t real

The beloved of a true lover never leaves

She occupies spaces once forever

Even today

In my routine mundane life

You are as real as your absence

I never lost you

I never lose you

In reality or otherwise

You'll Not Understand This Poem

You’ll never understand this poem

Even though every line of it

Is written only for you

As darkness puts all the colors to sleep

I stand in my colorless balcony

Cut a paper queen out of moon

Spin white thread from moonlight

Dye it deep red

With my own blood

To weave a colorful dress

For the poor night

My blood runs through every constellation

This galaxy has my heart at its center

I call out your name to invoke mine

I can spell your name countless times

Anywhere on the night sky

The roughness of the mountains

Bear likeness to my pain

I climb them all

And find myself alone

The cries of my longing echoes everywhere

I paint a lonely picture of myself

As someone who reflects on life

At the edge of the death

I can craft a flying vehicle out of clouds

I can fashion a city out of desert

I can make animals talk in two languages

I can color the whole sky red forever

It’s not magic

It’s not illusion

It’s all about belief

But you won’t understand

I can only make one see

But one has to see with no eyes