A miserable night,
Tears amid solitude,

Silence of the heart,

Unheard scream stuck at the bottom of the throat,

Broken dreams

Too fragile kept,

Fragments too sharp to be collected

Left ignored

Reduced to ashes…

Written on 12 September.



Because of love we were together.Because of love I let you go.
Growing up together is not an easy thing.

Perhaps those faults, those decisions, the mistakes, the diverted fates have brought them too far. 
A dream — a dream so far to achieve. When you wish strong enough somehow it could come true. But if you choose to hold on one thing, you have to give up the other. Life is never fair to everything you want to hold onto. She got the chances and he got his too.
Perhaps not many people can enjoy a perfect life with everything desired. 

But the flash, the glance of joy, the very hint of hope, that overwhelming feeling is nothing to be replaced. Tide of time, breeze of the destined future, glitter of the stars in the virtual sky without ceiling — that feeling will last until the end of the path. 
And she sighs. 

The dance in her dream has never seemed so true: the touch of the hands, kisses at the lips, sights in the eyes — how much she wished to have become true throughout all those years of solitary. If time could have been kinder to them.. only if time could have left them alone, one year, or two, or twenty and thirty, it could have been a better story, to both. 
But there is no way to go back. It is just too late to go back. Perhaps their lives are not made for each other; Perhaps it’s just one of the dreams, one of the plot, one of the climaxes in the life long movie.
Somehow, she thought, somehow fate has done it for good. That is the most beautiful piece, the best craft, the most splendid diamond, the brightest star in the whole universe of their own. No one to bother, nothing to care, it was the best story in their lives.


The false and foolish dream of youth:The disguise, the act, the drama, the stage,
So beautiful,

So powerful,

So bright and full of miracles– 
They said– 

To be yourself

To be free

To be dreamy and be a better me…
The little getaway

Into the the adventures in the wonderland,

The dark hole of false hope

The dream is coming to an end,

The reality began.
The casted spells

The illusions shown

The untold truths 

The realised costs.
— is finally coming to an end.

Written on 17 April 2016.


Every encounter
Is a difficult and hard decision
Too tired to choose
To stay or to go.
Thousands of doors on the road 

And there ought to be
To go first.

The impact, the impact
That caused by every encounter
Is too big
That nothing is going to be the same 
As before.

Every encounter.

Written on 3 October 2015.