Meditating...

It turns out that in this blog I post the oldest poems of mine. So let it be so – and here is one of them, dated January, 2005.


Why are there tears? Why is there pain?
Why do the good things fade away?
Why are we living in the dark,
Trying to forget about our bad luck?

Don’t follow me, oh, my destiny!
I won’t give in, but you’ll give in to me;
It’s hard to breathe, the air isn’t clear,
Don’t kill me now, I wanna live.

We fall for seduction, succumb to temptation,
Sometimes got no reason, can’t give explanation;
Our life is too short for us to linger,
And we still can’t find its precious meaning.

Why do the tears fall in the rain?
Why does it feel so gloomy again?
Why do we say a hundred lies,
A thousand of rude things and million goodbyes?