Thursday, December 11, 2014

Reminiscence

You,
Me,
Us,
ME.


The lingering sense of the past, I can still feel it,
it begun with great anecdote,  we grew with the blooming budding flowers of spring.

Like summer, our beautiful memoir grew,
As per our chronicles, we were shinning as bright as the blazing heat of the sun.

Then came fall, it rained, dripping upon the lily flowers,
things became a dissertation, our innocence was washed away.

Cold winds of Winter blew early, so did our chronicles,
along with the fond memories-

Reality came. Early.





Seasons moved on, time passed.
Forever haunting the souls, gazing into blankness.

Sunday, November 16, 2014

Shortest Story Ever

Strangers,
Friends,
Best friends,
Lovers,
Strangers.




















You have come at the appointed hour
In the old boarded up house.
The full moon shines outside the window,
Reflected in the apples of your black eyes.

Chorus:

Who are you? Who are you?
I didn't have to wait.
Who are you? Who are you?
Who are you, the mysterious guest?

The heart is pounding, the body is shivering.
After wiping off a sudden fright,
You outline a circle on the floor with your chalk
And quietly read the spell.

In the mirror on a dirty wall,
His silhouette blinked.
A light stroke of the wing and you are gone.
A moan will drown in the silence of night.

(Chorus)

And when the star fades away,
Morning will throw a sneaf of fire in the house,
Voices will be calling for you,
But you're gone in the darkness forever.



Ty prish'la v naz'nacheny chas
V 'stary zako'locheny dom.
'Polnaya lu'na 'svetit za ak'nom,
Atra'zhayas v zrach'kah 'chyornyh glaz.


Kto ty? Kto ty?
Zhdat ne tak 'dolgo pri'shlos.
Kto ty? Kto ty?
Kto ty, ta'instveny gost'?

'Sertse tak stu'chit, v tele drozh.
Poga'siv mi'nutny is'pug,
'Melom po 'polu ty o'chertish krug,
Zakli'nanie 'tikho proch'tyosh.

V 'zerkale na 'gryaznoy ste'ne
Promelk'nyot evo siloo'et,
'Legkiy vzmakh kry'la i tebya uzh net,
Ston po'tonet v noch'noy tishi'ne.

A kog'da po'gasnet zvezd'a,
'Utro 'brosit v dom snop ognya.
Chi-to golo'sa 'budut zvat' te'bya,
No ush'la ty vo mrak navseg'da