Archive for the ‘Меланхолия’ Category

Vishnya

How quickly things change,

when we don’t want them to.

Sadly, the opposite is also true.

This life is a cherry bowl of clichés and pathos,

instability mixed with insecurity,

recipe to erode your will and psyche.

 

(To be continued…)

       

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Doza alkogolia (Veltins)

Please do not condemn the quiet one,

they might seem morose,

look unkempt, rough…

Forgive them if they do not reply to your words,

in their sensitivity, they are repulsed by babble

and trivialities,

their minds are already full of conversation,

words and hurt…

They are thinking, it’s a compulsion,

feel pity for them.

If they look longingly at a bottle, do not criticize,

they are doing what they can

to survive.

 

(To be continued…)

               

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Dzhentileski_ Melankholiya

Lighthearted haiku,

to raise and improve my mood:

Yes, I’m still waiting …

 

(To be continued…)

               

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Broken 3

I do, but I don’t.

I will, but I won’t.

Conflicted and afflicted,

do you think I like being this way?

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Black Square, Grunge Frame

Blank page, joyful thing.

Endless possibilities…

Limited by state.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Hot Air Balloon 1

Melancholy pervades today’s celebration.

Constant fragility.

Memories of yesterday,

betrayal and pain,

shaping tomorrow.

What hope?

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Walking Away_ Wm c Suitcase

We’re on the same page,

a sense of deliberate disconnectedness from present time & place

(which, to me it is clear, we can’t positively change).

It’s nice, while it lasts,

remembering the past,

acknowledging the hopelessness of the present

by extension.

Until she gets back to today,

torment and strain,

and like a TV preacher,

humanistic,

she declares

we need

to

“make it happen”!

Inside, I walk away.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

2014.01.29

Nothing is impossible,

it seems,

except improvement

of situation.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

1459

With cynical pessimism,

pervading futility

and innate despair,

I embark on each new day…

Gloomily.

Reluctantly.

Somehow, however,

deep within, I feel,

miraculously,

things, ultimately,

will be okay.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

privichka_grizt_seba

Where once there was possibility,

now there is misery.

Life.

Hope.

Memories.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat