Ponekad dah na ogledalu otkriva iskrivljene svetove,
Osluskujem tihe siluete u mraku sobe,
Jecam, ponekad jace, bolnije, dah mi zastane, pa onda opet,
Neprekidno, nezavidno, optuzujem univerzum da me ne voli dovoljno.
Prva suza niz obraze umorne od teskobe u dusi,
Sliva se lagano. Evo jos jedne, pa druga I treca,
Uskoro, more suza nestrpljivo jure, beze…
Pogled mi se muti pri pomisli na realnost..
Dugo sam zivela u osami, tama neodoljivo umara…
Ne,ne zelim pogledati kroz prozor,
Jos je gore napolju…jos je veca tama…
Bolje je ostati sklupcan , zagrliti jastuk, ne dati mu da ode..
A I gde ce?
Disem sve brze. Okrivaju se novi horizonti svakom novom suzom
Mislim da mi je lakse..u dusi.
Tesko je razmisljati trezveno kada ti neka knedla stoji u grlu
Razdire te..u glavi ti je jedino kako da je progutas ili ispljujes.
O reci me bole. Ne, recenice bole vise. A misli kolju.
Volela bih da sam kamen, hladna, nedostupna,
Visoko negde na nekoj litici, nedostizna, daleka…
Avaj! Zivot me nacinio sundjerom, upijam sve nedace koje mi zivot baca
A onda me jednog dana istisnu, te kapljem uzalud po suvom granju.
Gde je tu Pravda? Gde je tu radost..? Radost zivota..
Kazu da se krije u malim stvarima..Eh, volela bih da mogu da ih primetim..
Te male stvari…
Disem sve sporije. Valjda su suze presusile…
Noc je skoro gotova..Cekam zoru, I neke nove sitnice da se njima radujem.
Reality Made of Dreams
These feelings i put in my poems and the imagination seen on the photographs come straight from my heart and i decided to share them with you ♥
Monday, 3 December 2012
Jedno Sasvim Obicno Vece
Youth in Action Song
- Alone at home, and bored to death,
- The time is ticking In slow motion,
- Lazy bugs, gasping for breath,
- Outside, some strange commotion!
- Picking through the shade,
- One eye still partly closed,
- Seems like some kind of a crusade,
- Some deep matters publicly exposed?
- Hm..the background music rose
- Pushing the dreams back to sleep,
- The sun is shining and the wind blows
- I hear people and the car’s beep.
- Rushing downstairs to check for myself
- The huge poster is blocking my way
- Some leaflets left on the left corner shelf,
- On the square, people doing a role play.
- As strange as a dream, pulling me towards
- The small table with a big sign,
- Saying boldly ‘’ People, these are Free Hugs’’
- So I stepped with my feet on the colorful line.
- An African boy smiles at me and stares
- Deep into my eyes, without a shame,
- ‘’Let us hug’’, he says, ‘’who cares,
- Don’t hate me, cause on you I don’t put a blame.’’
- With tears in my eyes, i felt the pressure,
- His small hands around my waist,
- I experienced the biggest treasure,
- Love, peace, and solidarity I’ve now embraced.
- Looking puzzled around me,
- I had the feeling the world is there,
- He is hugging her, and I am hugging thee,
- Asian for Indian, White for African, they all do care.
- It wasn’t for too long until I had to inquire,
- What is this causing such a great in me reaction?
- A voice said, ‘’we love, we cherish, and inspire,
- What you see brother, is simply ‘’Youth in Action’’!
Friday, 10 February 2012
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