Tuesday, August 23, 2016

NO-ONE SENDS LETTERS ANYMORE






No-one sends letters anymore...
Now the space which used to be occupied
By bunches and bunches of yellowish pages,
Lies empty in the drawers...

Words are written and sent
And read, and forgotten
In a split second,
Losing the emotion that the expectation
Used to cause.

No-one sends letters anymore,
Every question is quickly answered,
Leaving no space for imagination
And the sweet anxiety
Which would send shivers up and down our spine.

Everyone is in a hurry,
The feelings run on the surface
Of shallow hearts,
Never going too deep,
Never travelling too far!



















Saturday, August 13, 2016

God is a Bad Student








He mixes up the verb tenses,
Makes many spelling mistakes,
Uses the wrong prepositions
And places all adjectives
After the nouns.

He forgets the punctuation,
Ignores the grammar rules,
Says things like “You’re the bestest”
Defying the laws of language.

But in the end, the composition
Makes so much sense to the readers,
When they stop their criticism
And accept the unpredictable!







Monday, August 8, 2016

Tuesday, August 2, 2016

Me














Me,
A mystery unsolved
The trigger of a revolver
Which has never been pulled...

Me,
A part of you
That you just hate
And never want to see...

Me,
A question mark,
A whale, a shark,
Maybe too dark,
Maybe too deep...