O! Blasphemy! O!
And arises the hidden voice…
Fear the snake and be careful of the shedding lies!
Meditation is a key or a path to the inner self. To reach the inner sanctum of a human being born through losses.
Steering the wheel by yourself — being the master of your own fate — is the hardest of challenges.
Crimson of the fallen heart…
Black letters as grim leaves
of long withered pale trees
fill the graves of true lovers.
I like to just sit on a bench and silently watch. The world is a fascinating place, forever telling stories. With a bit of imagination even the smallest things can be interesting.
I wrote this poem after some dark moments within the University.
Sometimes I just feel lost and lonely, because it is hard to find one’s place, when cheerful careless life seems so distant and alien.
Written on a cold autumn day.
To the Far East stands a Lonely Tower…