Life is a colour Another nightAnother fightOf a beating quietPermeates the serenity of the nightCounting sheepsCounting the clockwiseUntil the dark forms unwiseLiving shapesTurn right and left no peace no restI promptly close my eyesAnd lie there half dead… Slowly, some acquainted lightGently caresses my sightI open my eyes on sightAnd see the first threads of… Continue reading Life is a colour #poetry #poem #write #life #light

Depression I'm in my eye,Calm zone,All around storms voidHeavier than mounts. Socalledpoetry of Biba

April 2020 April has been badly toughPain to those on the front lineRoutinely rough to the confined world-Insecured and enraged - no let goLike birds in man-made cage. So-calledpoetry of Biba @2020

Ambition Over the horizonsWithin the field of my viewLike birdsMy flying dreams. So-calledpoetry of Biba

Nightmares The haters of lightBy the rise of the daylightRise unwinged in the airIn the form of wight-The haunted souls-Evanescing with the dark. So-calledpoetry of Biba@2020

Failure Beneath the reality nightmaresStruggle of dreamsAbortions in the air. So-calledpoetry of Biba @2020

Ennui It's todayLike any dayLike yesterdaylike the other dayUnwilling to get out from the bedA flock of blackbirds flies overheadWake up with fatigue plot the dayAhead and back to the everydayI do my work with quiet unrestThe unrest that rests daily on my chestEvery common raises stressThe recession of impress.When the mist of the day… Continue reading #ennui #poetry #poem #write #depression

Whilst the world's on pauseWhilst the time keeps passing byThe dark is fading awayfrom the green and the lightNature is breathing greennessShining lights…A sparrow comes to my balconyWaiting like us the green and the lightTo return into life aliveWe're watching toghether the earthWhilst it takes long inhaleAnd exhales the dark heavy clouds of modernity. Socalledpoetry… Continue reading #poetry #poem #write #quarantine #hope

Déjà vu When you've eaten all good booksAnd jaded every fresh one tastes.When you move heaven and earthAnd your spirit doesn't move an inch.When your downs and losses and painsAre like your ups and gains and joys.…Thus, you may come to realizeThat you might experience them allAnd nothing left to undergo. So-called poetry of Biba… Continue reading Déjà vu #poetry #poem #write

Quarantine He returned to his self, paranoid.Confined to his appetite void,The heritage of his past modern charge,While the world was shutting his doors.It presumably decided to stop his vigourAnd let him run for his lifeAnd lockdown, which might dischargeWhat remains of his being and human pride.Either the world ends "in fire" or "in ice"It's due… Continue reading Quarantine #poetry #poem #covid19th #modernity # modern man