Va’no Per’su

when I was little,

I dreamt of mornings,

cold dreadful mornings

with no previous warnings

when, from my window,

I could eat stars for breakfast

right out of the Milky Way.

just me, the spoon

and a lot of bright stars as my pray.

I'm not sure why but,

at that age,

I liked stars and milk just the same.

thought I've sometimes been called insane,

I always saw this big thing you call Universe

like a big bowl of lights.

a full-closed ark that you could reach out

with the tip of your fingers at nights;

curious thing...

always with closed eyes,

and fear for what lied beyond

as my shaking hands

stretched into that unknown

which lacked the sometimes awful sound

of this thing called human race;

and their wheels,

their automobiles and cries,

always for things that could never fill

a human's heart

but always his ego,

coz lies,

are often spoken as truths

because we are too proud to admit

that we make mistakes

which costs us a great deal of pain

but keeps our prides intact,

so i guess this is that it takes

to feel alone when you are surrounded

by those who do care but still make faults;

and I still think that love was supposed

to find us with bruised knees,

not keeping our self in tight vaults.

take a better look next time before

putting your scarred hands and heart out of sight;

you might be surprised

by how many scars one can have

and still walk proud with them into the light.

a scar always has a story to tell

so I guess we're all storytellers here,

and remember how much you liked stories as a toddler,

before you found this thing called pride

which also brings the fear

that won't stop at making you afraid,

for one evil never comes alone.

that's how you get the guilt which with time,

it plagues your mind, flesh and bone

with this little thing called desperation...

you don't want to taste that!

coz this thing builds inside your head

and then hits you like a bat

from your blind spot when you're busy,

trying to make amends for your guilt

but you fail and more pressure is starting to built

'till you lose yourself and you tilt.

so,

take a break from being human and come with me,

let me show you how to pick stars from the Milky Way,

forget about your pride for a night.

...try just being for a day!

Na’da’ra Ta’hi

'till now,

I’ve killed so many poems of yours

in my almost endless attempt

to deny what my conscience gave to you,

willingly;

going to the furthest extent

just for your eyes, your mouth,

and the way that you talked

with those lips of yours, long forgotten,

with taste of black tea, and if I recall right...

there was something special, something soften

in the way that you kissed, to cover perhaps

the mark of your teeth buried deep within my lip;

must be another habit of yours that I almost forgot,

coz sometimes I have vivid dreams of it in my sleep.

if you were to ask for a reason,

you already know I’m not that kind

to admit or confess the weakness of man

who took a dive in your eyes,

hoping to survive and daring to find

the bottom of those lakes

made of jade and bright light:

gems of your sight engulfed with pride,

the pride of a woman, the pride of THE woman!

that at one point made mine kneel and fret,

all in a terrible ride;

a trip to the dark side and back

that took more than a while

for me to try and attempt to forget...

and yet,

I wander if in the mist of all the years that passed

...do you remember me winning that bet?

it took only one hand, my left, and a glance,

to write off just how brilliantly

that smile dances your eyes

in a tango between shadows and lights.

honestly, it's my first time seeing a dance

synced with the humming of the dragonflies

and I really doubt dragonflies hum at all,

so I don't really know why the nature

started to sing staring at you,

but I do quite understand its song:

it's about beauty of thoughts!

it's an anthem only for you,

a token for what you are and what you can do!

forgive me daring but I think

I’d like to see you setting this world hot ablaze

only to see how the violent red mixed with yellow

looks on your skin,

to see if it matches the green of your eyes,

the white of your shoulders

and those secret hopes that you're keeping within...

Na’kari [ the second scroll ]

may you dream of faraway lights,

warm lights of stars just as bright as you,

stars that burn their lights in shadows and nights;

just as you do...

singing the anthem of dawn at the first sight of dew.

so when you do...wake up tomorrow,

do make some tea out of the lights of morning and milk.

sip by sip breathe it in this world without sorrow,

and while you gaze out the window,

let the sun find your beautiful self with its touch made of silk.

remember to feel every step that you take,

for the earth that you walk has scars deep within the ages.

bloody scars of the people that fought over it only to break,

as their spears and guns shattered;

so when you walk, see the earth as a book - we're its pages!

feel free to smile to people today- smile to me!

do it so that I, or everybody else for that matter,

can give something back to you - let's say...a cup of tea,

chocolates, maybe candies,

or some kind words and smiles mixed together for wind to scatter.

touch the last breath of the twilight

with your eyes fully closed and your mouth ready,

to receive the first kiss that the night can steal from the light;

...then go to sleep,

walk your dreams with a pace that is curiously rushed and yet steady.

...just like you!