Towards the Emotions of Our Generation

Paintings and poems
Glimpse of winds around
And my own sky-
I am sitting alone in front.
A small fragment of time,
More, more and more
Like a new idea
It's very small
It's very small
Very small is this little existence of mine.
I had a dream last night
.a sudden change of mine
.a tricky game with the cloudy sky and it's Sun.
Do you still remember me?
Listen..
More I try to forget
More I survive.
But it's quite OK with me
. Like a flash of light-
Like a small smile of yours-
This life changes -
Just like my mind,
My day dreams and the dreams for the day.
You.? Nooo.
All these are dreams only.
I tell you,
I tell you by heart,- If you would really love me-
I could change the world alone.

In Simple Words

Not to win,
Not to ruin thyself;
It's only a deep sigh for life.
It's a strong faith that everything will be easy.
If you believe so
It will be
And it will be and it will be.
But
It doesn't matter
If nothing comes out at all.
I write poems
Because I have nothing better to do.
I want to relieve the heavy heart
Into these simple lines only.
What next-
Who cares ?
If there is an easy journey
From one entity
To another world.
I want to thank you
for all your presence in my life.
It's the dreams
Of the moments,
It's the sweet songs
Of the childhood
That my mother used to sing for me.
It's like the garden of roses
That I crossed yesterday
When I was running
(I didn't stop but the garden is still with me!).
You are someone like this
(I don't know which one)
Thank you.
Thank you.
I do feel you always.