Angels and demons

Where all the angels have gone

when demons are taking over

are they watching over

until the heaven turns to hell . . .

No footsteps in the ground

no sign of angels

paradise is violating

by lot of brutal hands

raped, polluted and cursed

with all their dark souls

no one is brave

to save the paradise . . .

lot of hopeless minds

screaming with helpless voices

weep in days and nights

 seeking justice

wander towards horizon

everything is like a mirage

no more angels

to save the paradise . . .

Angel

Met an angel

fallen from sky

love is all she need

that is her heaven . . .

Just like the climate

difficult to predict

just like the sky

ready to rain

just like a little kid

fight for attention . . .

Life is complete

when there is angel in my arm

Love is complete

when she became my heaven . . .

American Dream

Life is globalized

things are complicated

we are running blind

behind an American dream . . .

 

Looking through dark glasses

dream on brand-new wheels

is it Ferrari or Lamborghini . . .

lost in neon lights

thirst for lust

seeking pleasures . . .

 

Wandering around

peeping through windows

giggle and talk

like forget themselves

 

Bunch of dream walkers

when would they get

a wakeup call

to come to reality

from an American dream

when the dream become the reality

and reality become a dream . . .

A girl – puzzle with a missing part

A lonely bird

who lost in her way

sat next to me

Unexpectedly

flashed in my mind

with a lone gone memory

in a closed chapter . . .

Once a young bird

blind with her feelings

flew to catch a mirage

that she never gets

seeking help

to make it up to her dream . . .

Picture frames have changed

It’s not like what it used to be

does she knows it

or just pretend that she don’t . . .

Life is like a circle

what goes around

come back around

may be in different way

with a different shape . . .

I wander why

Women are mysterious

like a puzzle

always with missing parts

that you never solve

even you try life time . . .

what else should do

except avoiding

because there was nothing before

and never would be . . .

Two different dreams

Spent few days
in a part of paradise
isolated and abandoned
from the common world . . .

I wander everywhere
seeking signals
to send a text
to check my mails
to log my fb
to tweet my friends 

walk around
sunglasses on my forehead
removing mud
on my branded shoes & denim
with a song in my ipod

At last I found
one signal mark
on my smart phone
what a relief . . .

Then I met a boy
carrying a heavy load
he asked me the time
because he has to hurry
to carry it to market
his family would suffer
if he get late . . .

I took a moment
thought about it
what a different
just like we live in
two different worlds
with two different dreams . . .