Thursday, December 01, 2011

Closed Doors

Closed doors Oh, The night is going mad And the last breathe of few sparrows Can be heard Departing Look at that window Of grey thoughts Look at that aging frame Time had come Quicker than expected Knocking at deserted hearts How easy to remember How hard is to forget Time has come back And stars fall One by one There is a lake of words But it is hard In a mad night To find oars of the time Last sparrows are saying Their last song And time is still knocking on Deserted hearts It is just a mad night Just A night is mad

A Book

Book It is a my book Where there are no battles or passports Nights and trees The leaves sing And the water dance When I like to drink *** This is my book Where there is a woman Full of birds And a jungle of breasts *** A book of words Rivers love trees And the trees smile to the spring *** It is a book I draw After turning lights off I'm the book When a woman Neglects me I turn into a paper 21/7/01 To write a poem on…. Ghias Aljundi