Ivan Veljanoski's Blog, page 2
November 8, 2019
In the Shadow of the Past
After a long time
in the dark mist,
I happened to see
the lost joy.
Her eyes were the same,
the face was wrinkled,
but still beautiful.
When I heard
her gentle voice
and felt her kind soul
- I hugged her over the shoulder.
But she looked at me strangely
and left me slowly...
Nostalgy or madness?
Destiny or reality?
But honestly, I recognized
- missed love.
in the dark mist,
I happened to see
the lost joy.
Her eyes were the same,
the face was wrinkled,
but still beautiful.
When I heard
her gentle voice
and felt her kind soul
- I hugged her over the shoulder.
But she looked at me strangely
and left me slowly...
Nostalgy or madness?
Destiny or reality?
But honestly, I recognized
- missed love.
October 4, 2019
Distorted Perception
They taught me to laugh
but I cried.
Talked about democracy
and I was suffering.
When narrated that we were together
I was alone.
Listened, watched and learned
- nothing of that?
Now, I'm getting old
and there are gone!
My joy
burns slowly.
For how long - like this?
How long...?
but I cried.
Talked about democracy
and I was suffering.
When narrated that we were together
I was alone.
Listened, watched and learned
- nothing of that?
Now, I'm getting old
and there are gone!
My joy
burns slowly.
For how long - like this?
How long...?
September 17, 2019
Chase My Brothers
Brother!
The other one!
And you - the third!
Where are you all?
The other one!
And you - the third!
Where are you all?
August 4, 2019
August 3, 2019
The Eyes of Death
Came quietly
bitter and dry.
Went deep
in my marrow.
When I felt you
it was late.
All organs
left me.
Now, the vultures
are after me.
bitter and dry.
Went deep
in my marrow.
When I felt you
it was late.
All organs
left me.
Now, the vultures
are after me.
May 26, 2019
Between the Wind and the Waves
In the eyes of the water
and the wings of the wind
there is a voice.
From the smell of the flower
to the cry of the garden
energy exists.
Through the way to the truth,
falsehood is created.
But we are in between
- wind and waves.
and the wings of the wind
there is a voice.
From the smell of the flower
to the cry of the garden
energy exists.
Through the way to the truth,
falsehood is created.
But we are in between
- wind and waves.
March 29, 2019
Dead Democracy
. . . . The pain that reached deep into my chest did not let me finish. My legs could not carry me any longer. I let go of my half-empty cloth bag and suddenly fell on the thick green grass. My neighbour threw his walking stick and came closer. He grabbed my cold hands and tried to lift me up.
Only my half-opened frothy lips were saying, "It's all over! I am finished! "
[ from, Drunken Democracy ]
Only my half-opened frothy lips were saying, "It's all over! I am finished! "
[ from, Drunken Democracy ]
RECOGNITION
When I saw myself,
That was a pain in my hands
of one petrified old man;
Who scars only through ages had made;
Then I found out,
If the existence is an obligation
- THEN I AM NOT HE.
[ from, PAIN ]
That was a pain in my hands
of one petrified old man;
Who scars only through ages had made;
Then I found out,
If the existence is an obligation
- THEN I AM NOT HE.
[ from, PAIN ]
March 12, 2019
Blessing from My Brother
You gave me a piece
of Kangaroo's smocked skin
and blessed me.
Then you told me
that this is the tradition
from your ancestries.
When I did ask you, why?
You laughed happily:
- Now, you're my brother!
of Kangaroo's smocked skin
and blessed me.
Then you told me
that this is the tradition
from your ancestries.
When I did ask you, why?
You laughed happily:
- Now, you're my brother!
February 18, 2019
Crooked Happiness
Today is a great holiday
which all glorify . . .
Even me :
bastard from the field
joy in the forest
a beast of nature
- I am happy.
which all glorify . . .
Even me :
bastard from the field
joy in the forest
a beast of nature
- I am happy.
