Black heart...

That black substance is not his heart,

It is the aftereffect of some
inglorious advertisements,
shown to his eyes.

They capured him
and made him a slave.

The last time i touched his heart,
it was pure and clear and deep like an ocean.

Now tears bleed from it,
but the dust is irremovable!

Ghost..

Something fell of my mind,
not so clear it was.

A picture that depicted,
an event happened somewhere.
Deliberately choosen it was,
nothing stopped it from happening.

But still that place is not empty,
the ghost of the picture haunts my mind.

Today..!

Life is full of surprizes,

yesterday you can't even imagine
living without some...

today they are very near
but too far..