Let Go and Live. (a poem)

I remember, it was a cave,
it was my destiny, or I got lost
I don't remember...

I touched my eyes, swollen,
I woke from a long sleep, or wept night long
I don't remember...

I remember, vague faces
whirling around inside; friends or foes,
I don't remember...

I felt scars on my hand, burning,
itching; I put it there, or someone rewarded,
I don't remember...


I heard a cry,
my heart was bleeding, or a cave nearby,
I don't remember...


I crawled out of the cave,
and fell into the chasm of oblivion; did I live?
I don't remember...


I am sitting by the seaside,
embracing winds; where are my fears?
I don't remember...

Identity. (a poem)

a doer of sins
a hater of kins,
a wanderer spreading
his madness,
Who am I in these strange lands
of happiness and sadness…

a beggar of thoughts,
a defeat of battles fought,
a feather
of no breed,
Who am I in these strange lands
of trickery and greed…

a dying flower,
a wounded lover,
a broken piece
of heart,
Who am I in these strange lands
which set love apart…

a ray of light,
an ender of fight,
a shade beneath
the sun,
Who am I in these strange lands
of roses and guns…

a sack of smiles,
a keeper of viles,
a kin
in each foe,
Who am I in these strange lands
will I ever know?