Glassy Skin

Your skin is glassy like the kiss of wind,
A fragile smile rests underneath,
A rosy red spreads there like heath,
Of ancient stories yet reminiscent.

With every smile you crack from deep within,
A thousand sunlit skies to bring,
And I should give my everything
To kiss the essence of your glassy skin.

Midsummer Madness

Once upon a time, I closed my eyes and fell asleep.
I saw you, light and fair, taking a stroll
across the fairy cotton bridges in the sky.
And your innocent beauty and youth
caught my eye in the glary smile
that crossed your blooming lips
in the very moment
before I devoured you alive.
For it is only in my nightmares
that you manage to escape
my insatiable hunger.


Smile, sweet love, bring on the light
Into this never-ending dark.
Your eyes pervade the foggy night
And warm my broken, frozen heart.

Smile, sweet love, and do not fear,
I shall protect you from the storm.
No harm can reach you here, my dear,
And from your shine hope is reborn.

Smile, sweet love, you do not know
Just what you are, what you can do.
Forget about your childhood’s woe,
And trust me, I shall see you through.

Sometimes, I meet people, especially girls and women, who completely underestimate their true potential – which makes me sad. Indeed, this poem was inspired by someone like this. But I shall try to make you see. This is a promise.


I saw her at the shopping mall.
A fragile smile would cross
her porcelain face
every time she ran her fingers
across a window pane
which kept her
just one world away
from her dreams;
not concealed,
yet out of reach;
as my desire
for her.


From the Book of Broken Wings, Chapters II and III:

Chapter II
On every sunny day in your life, there lies a shadow over everything like an invisible dark veil. It is the reality of life lying in wait, eager to consume itself time and again so as to reverse your experience. There is nothing free in life: the price of a smile is a thousand tears, the price of true love is a broken heart, the price of trust is a knife in your back. Regardless of what you are, what you do, and where you go, whom you love or hate, the shadow shall catch up with you. In the end, the darkside always wins.

Chapter III
I have lived through the horrors of endless nightmares, I have been broken to the core and built myself up from the ground again, I have been drifting apart into endless nothingness, I have seen and heard everything there is to see and hear. But if there be one thing left for me to do, then it will be to open up my heart and let the endless love which dwells therein explode so as to chase away the dark spot in your eyes for a single moment of grandeur before darkness shall finally conquer me and enfold me in its cold embrace for ever.