My painting Lost Amid the chaos of the loss Where emptiness cannot avoid the voidWhere even the feeling of loss is lostWhere all sense of directions is lostFeelings transplanted by unknown windTo unknown knownWhere the known not anymore knownLost in sophisticated being. Socalled poetry of Biba

Nihilism Winds are drowsyMan keeps staring at blankLess labor more time leftFree time free timeFills the hours with the blankHe's dangerously low on space. Socalled poetry of Biba

Magic spell A mom always tells a sleep story to her kidWise and wit be she wants to teach himYet today too tired to plot or readShe holds him tightly in her breastSpells a whisper in his ear:"It's time that eyes go to sleepTo rest… to get wings… to travelTo dreamland… to paradise."She used her… Continue reading #poetry #write #poem #mother #magic #spell

Temperance Too muchIs too muchTo sate little. Too fewIs too fewTo bear muchness Mid theMuch and fewEquilibrium. Socalledpoetry of Biba

Era The sun as usually hot as hellStreets are full-emptyBodies roam as wraithsSouls wander astrayHearts, between the two,Beat humdrumlyAll but in absentiaIn quest of the mirage. Socalledpoetry of Biba

Let it go Let it  goLet the black birds fly awayAway far to the  dark cloudsLet them free your spiritTo let your soul settle downLet your body touch the groundEnjoy the  green grass grownOut of the rain of the sad cloudsCalm down, calm downThe clouds will certainly goAnd the sky will glow sunlightLet the best… Continue reading Let it go #poetry #poem #write #life #trials #reflection

Prophecy A dizzy nightDusty cloudsDim sullen starsCradled by a world out of shapeI feel drowsy, I feel drawnHence i lie on a dark lawnIt's time to swim and soarAway from tonight soreIn a world without boundariesA world with peace greensA world which wears a smileSo pure like glints of snow.I travel East and WestWith grains… Continue reading Prophecy #poetry #poem #write #world #Prophecy #imagination

Out of tune (Dictatorship) …. Our leadersClothing in silver and goldEating with golden spoonsLiving in ivory towersPowerfully attaching their heartsTo their thronesWith umbilical cord. ….. Our folksClothing miseries and lackLiving in wastelandsEat hunger and starveDesperately attaching their heartsTo the food of the poorWith thin life-death chord. Socalledpoetry of Biba