Eternal Confusion
Am I the person I thought I would be?
Am I really the one who is inside me?
Or the one who loves my beloved
The one who smiles at work
Or the profile maintained in my 'facebook'?
Who am I really truly?
Did I make the right choices?
Did I risk enough?
Or played it too safe?
Did I show I care?
Or love?
Or listen?
Do I know what is right for me?
Do I know what to buy or sell?
Do I really need all the stuff around me?
Or the knowledge injected to my brain for so many years?
Do I know where I am going?
And why?
Why do we even think we are important?
Why life has different price tags with different passports?
Why is it too difficult
To accept we are ants in this universe
With little control over many things
Including our fates
Let's accept the facts of our lives
And sincerely show some humility
Let's look forward to whatever comes to us
And embrace our fate
And proactively shape it
And become part of it
But I am still confused
Eternally
For who I am
What I did
What I think I know
And why it's like that
All the time
Confused...
Pond vs. Base
My words, stones of my mind
Jump out of my captive fist
Where do they go?
Don’t know.
But there is a pond in front of me
Its water from tearful loves
And its base called truth
In its water, some fish
Their color, whatever you wish
Grown from its solid base
Are some plants of unknown race.
Their tall big swingy stems
Fly out of dead blue water
And I am enchanted by this silly fantastic view
Even worse, throw some stone on it
The stone touches the surface
And makes a wave of boundless emotion
On its way to the deepest levels
Frightens the fish, makes them evade
And tickles the plants through their impelled leaflets
At last, it bumps onto the base
And the monster awakens
From its 14-century-long sleep
The next moment, in a few minutes
I was there in his seventh stomach
Busy on forgetting my true self
For I am resolving, burning, and vanishing forever
But the stone I threw once
Lies still on the pond’s base.
The Woman Inside
My woman inside called me a day:
"Come to my arms and rest in peace!"
"How can I? I love my woman beside."
The woman beside heard my inner thought
Stood up, looked at me and left me alone
I cried, I cried and I cried
My woman inside cried too,
For me, for her, for all of us three
Later, my woman beside heard her woman inside
"Come to my arms and rest in peace!"
"How can I? I love my woman outside."
She inside cried and waited for forty years
Now the outside hated her look,
From top to toes, but couldn't do a thing
A woman inside is calling you all the time
To go to her arms and rest in peace
You may love those besides and outsides
But please don't break the heart inside!