Prayer for parents

(‘Ruga pentru parinti’ by Adrian Paunescu, he was a Romanian poet, journalist and politician, 1943 – 2010; this is my interpretation from original)

 

Enigmatically silents
Almost finishing their craft
Near us but they’ll depart
Our sweet dear, dear parents.
Oh God please call them, back
All their hardship long and done
Call and make them young once more
Even younger than we are.

 

For the ones who gave us birth
Issue something just because
And delay their passing cross
Bless them start afresh on earth.
They payed off all of their life
For their children’s many bungle
Oh God keep them all alive
Keep them parents who’ll be gone.

 

Pay attention how they go
Pay attention how they’re gone
Candle’s light this crib alone
They are silent like a snow.
Illnesses of soul and flesh
Take us all into our grave
Whilst we’re here, while they are
Hang in near to your parents.

 

And this earth keeps filling in
Saying goodbye rips us apart
Why oh why, my dear father!
Why oh why, my dear mother!
Oh and why these longest faces
My dear daughter and dear son
I’m the one who’s time is closer
My dears I’ll go too in little while.

 

Why oh why, my dear father!
Why oh why, my dear mother!
You be safe, my dear son!
You be safe, my dear daughter!
Oh dear father, oh dear son,
Oh dear mother, dear daughter.

 

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The perfect space

Sits quietly and waits
In lieu of wondering about
Un-drifts itself from ups and downs
Prolongs the day without a doubt.

Invites attendants to the smoothest show
Un-compromised by feelings, looks or story's flow
Desire free, no second thought nor grow
.. mostly simple and un-hinged blow.

The perfect space hides deep inside somewhere
It'd hover not be low enough
Linger by itself..
Not open not closed, colourless
Timeless..
Frictionless..
Impenetrable by our ego..
Or our hands..
Or minds.

It is perfect in this form
Or shape..
Unforgettable by all means
Of understanding..
Could've easily been missed
Nor found
Afaik that special link,

Which got me thinking.

 

I must

 

I must learn to play the violin
All through my darkest grin,
I must learn to recognize the grace 
All within my dog's embrace.
I must write on something odd
Like my mum's smile in her diary log,
I must touch all flower's petals 
Like my lover's skin which gracefully unsettles.

I must offer trusting echoes 
Desires clouded in their misty fragrance,
I must overlook my senseless thoughts and struggle
Whenever life takes aim and shoots point blank her daily fable.

And when all this noise is vacuumed by the moment 
Then I must hold it in whilst share it's natural endowment.

 

Gym

It's gonna be a blast 
I'm about to pump some air 
Forces unhinged must throttle aghast 
Rise muscles of iron and fists of flair.
Almost a gang inception 
My internal organs rebel all forgotten 
Outside a mantle of muscle armor feeding on action 
Maybe in a stretched second, but if not in a dozen.
Committed like Bull was I in my mind 
Stretched on the sand all limbs out and inert
Stories succumbed.. went still, my eyes blind 
Imagination eager to stroll whilst my body is all but desert.

Shadow

(‘Umbra’ by Ana Blandiana, she is a Romanian poet, essayist and political figure, born in 1942; this is my interpretation from original)

Who is walking ahead
Without looking back
Has forgot about him behind;
Who runs
Is of being afraid
To not be reached
By himself;
He who doesn’t share a target
Is scared
To not find there
He himself,
As if his shadow
Wouldn’t be just the pond of black
Dropping from our open veins
Because of our desire to progress…

Empty house

(‘Casa goala’ by Adrian Paunescu, he was a Romanian poet, journalist and politician, 1943 – 2010; this is my interpretation from original)

Wasn’t gonna open up about this rain
It just is likely, in an empty house,
All of my chest feels big and crouse
While my back already folds in pain.

Thou I wasn’t gonna share, it’was told up,
By my mouth, this simple but full truth,
Miss you by my side like a sweet tooth
For always, my religious death cup.

And when it pours, the rain’s my cover,
It helps my closing down, as if a gate,
Under this sea of brownish sky’s fate,
To keep on seeing you, my quiet lover.

I figure then this rain is crying
As world is doomed by bloody lighting.