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.
Category: Poetry
Crimson
Crimson of the fallen heart…
Black Letters…
Black letters as grim leaves
of long withered pale trees
fill the graves of true lovers.
Surrounded by Yellowing Leaves…
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.
The Outsider
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.
Sit by the Fire
Written on a cold autumn day.
The Last Bastion
To the Far East stands a Lonely Tower…
Far from the Golden Fields…
A poem about the lost children of the fallen empire.
Lies of the Promised Land
Poem of a lost son…
A poem about the deception of prophecies, never to be taken granted. For those can always have countless interpretations.
Lay of the Fox
The end of the myth of the Guardian Fox, as once sang by the skálds.