Monthly Archives: November 2015

Missed Call

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Missed, in the innocent hope of a return;
In the abyss of regret,
I burn;
We hence begin to learn
The unvalued worth
of love, of human life.

II
This Earth shall
never see your gentle face
again:
Smiling and laughing
despite your pain…

For a poet borrows birth
in misery’s depth.
A poet dies
of the suffering of
others,
A poet dies
in the knowing of
his life’s bitter-sweet
Love
for shadowed departure.

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The Nobody Somebody

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Nobody really ‘goes away’,

till we send them away…

Nobody that is somebody to you

can never go away for real, for good,

unless it is you, that you misunderstood.

Nobody can play the song of your soul

on the strings of their heart:

A heart you cannot hear beat,

unless that Nobody

is your Somebody.

Nobody remains, even if

only a shadow.

Nobody remains after you reincarnate,

after clouds subside from

the memory sky:

When sunbeams bask in barren grounds

of new existence, of yet new trials.

Here, traces of Nobody still remain:

That Nobody, still Somebody

to you.

Written: 06-11-2015