Poetry : Endless

Endless

And these I discovered

Between sips of black coffee

And blue nicotine-laced smoke

Spiraling like my hopes

Into oblivion.

That what we desire

Will thus be denied.

Like a mirage in the desert

When your throat is parched,

The promise of water to be chased

Only to find it as it was,

A mirage,

Empty

And the next glance reveals

Another promise,

Another one hopes,

But one would not dare admit yet,

Possibly another emptiness.

And for an instant I wonder

If destiny indeed has a book

And on its pages are the lines

Where I would race myself,

Such as this road that leads me

To

Despair:

The stars burn in my eyes and yet so far!

Why does such sweetness have to be so brief?

The memory of her face, unforgettable…

Because I am mortal

From me there can never be creation

But only destruction:

My words break on the surface

Of the invisible sea of silence,

My poetry stains pure virgin paper

With the blood of my pen.

The seasons change

Delight becomes delirium

The paths twist and fork-

Food becomes tasteless-

In my mind I was an angel

Who became a frog without

Being a prince-

Into a butterfly, fluttering wings dipping

Into an ice cream melting

Under the onslaught

Of a female tongue---

Ah, that was perhaps a dream.

And wet dreams, oh not so true

For when i wake up from such dreams

I am not wet

But steeled,

Hard and raging

To bask in the flood of the light!

These are just glances

Of what I discover every night

Between sip and puff

Of course, there is death for me

But perhaps, even after dying

All of this would continue

In new faces

Experiences

For the endless.