Vreme....

Day 2,024, 17:26 • Published in Serbia Serbia • by Panda monium



Prolazi vreme,tiho bez ikakve najave...I bez ikakve sanse za povratak!!Uzburkana reka vremena neumorno tece ka svom konacnom uscu koji je za svakoga od nas neminovan...Zeleli mi to ili ne iscurece pescani satic nasega zivota i nece biti vise ni jedno zrno nade...Ostace samo praznina!!


Kazu da je to isto vreme najbolji lek za sve...Kako ono tece tako rane zaceljuju i postaju deo proslosti...Lazu...

Ma koliko vremena proteklo i dalje cu uvek kada se neka plava kosa zaleprsa ispred mene pomisliti na oci plave kao nebo iznad Mediterana...Uvek cu osetiti nezni dodir na svome licu...Dodir nezne ruke koje vise pored mene nema...

I dalje cu u mislima pokusati da dodirnem usne vrele kao tropska vrelina...Odzanjace u glavi osmeh kakvog nigde nema...

Desi se po nekada da ispustim krik i dozovem tvoje ime...Ono isto za koje sam pisao svoje najdraze rime...

Ali niko se tada ne javi...Samo po neki zacudjeni pogled slucajnog stranca,bez pitanja i bez pogleda...Prazan pogled kao i moj koji se gubi u plavilu te kose nezne kao svila...

Vreme koje nista ne leci protice...I vraca slike koje ni sam nisam siguran da li zelim da zaboravim...A jos manje znam mogu li ih zaboraviti...Verovatno su postale trajni deo mene sa kojim moram da zivim...Kao sa svojom kaznom i svojim prokletstvom...

Ma neka sam proklet po hiljadu puta,neka mi dusa na ovom svetu zauvek luta,necu da idem dalje i da te zaboravu dam,nije vise kazna to sto sam zbog tebe sam...

To je moj izbor i odluka moja...I posle svega ti si jedina ljubav moja!!!

Time....

Time passes quietly, without a hint...and without any chance for return. The stirred torrent of time runs tirelessly towards its final confluence, inevitable for us all. Whether we wanted or not, the sandglass of our life will run out and there will remain no grain of hope...only emptiness!!

They say it heals all wounds..As it goes, the hurt goes too, into the past...but they lie...

No matter how much time passed, everytime a blonde hair flutters, I will always be dreaming of those eyes, blue as the Mediterrainean skies...I will forever feel the gentle touch on my face...the touch of a hand that is no longer mine...

In my thoughts I will reach and touch the lips warm as the tropical sun...Her laughter will ring in my mind, the laughter like no other...

Every now and then, it happens, I let out a scream and call your name, the same one I have put in my poems so many times.

But no one answers...only agazed eyes of a stranger, without a question or a recognition...empty eyes, like mine, lost in the colour of her hair gentle as silk...

Time that heals nothing passes by...And brings back pictures I am not certain if I ever want to forget...even less certain if I truly can...They have probably become an abiding part of me with whom I have to live...like a punishment and damnation of my own...

Well I be cursed thousands times, let my soul wonder this world forever, I will not move on and give you away to the oblivion, it is no longer punishment for being alone beacuse of you...

This is my choice and verdict...and after all you are the only love of mine!!!