we place ourselves into a social confinement
with all the social restrictions, values, ideologies and hopes,
I have never felt this many dreams
dangling on solid ropes.
Nor have I reached the promised enlightenment,
while wishing for someone to defend
in turn, to be true,
I have caught myself on the receiving end
the hell with it,
I will end
I will end the beginning and end
/S.Asilgarayev/
I am
a byproduct
of
my own
madness
/S. Asilgarayev/
as a whiplash her words
stroke my heart.
“your mind is disgusting”, she yelled.
the anger in her voice filled up the room.
the thoughts in my head,
contracted, grew smaller…
her words suffocated me
“you are such a piece of …”, she said, but never finished.
“I know I am”, I said.
in silence, my disgusting mind,
loved her so much.
I drowned and prematurely died on the spot
The End.
/S.Asilgarayev/
when has it become a norm to be surrounded by millions, but still experience emptiness;
when chatter surrounds, smells encapsulate, bodies touch but mind disconnects;
my name dissappear, footprints evens out and the voice is long forgott
when has it become a norm to be surrounded by millions, but still experience emptiness;
when chatter surrounds, smells encapsulate, bodies touch but mind disconnects;
my name dissappear,
footprints evens out and the voice is long forgotten in this apparatus of disturbed rhythms and thoughts, in these machines of never ending wires… buttons and plastic transmitting the superficial intelligence in superficial minds. my heart has become plastic, senseless and my love for self has long dead
S.A
I will follow you,
when al others will silently dissapear;
when their promises will dissolve,
mine will passionetely evolve
promises will grow;
promises will strive:
and, I know, surely your love will eventually arrive.
/S.Asilgarayev/
the struggle is not
to show her my affection;
but it is for the affection to verbalise,
to creep out of my dungeons,
to materialise, and form a sensible,
intelligible cause
which won’t make her run off;
therefore I keep silent.
/S.Asilgarayev/
I am amazed;
I am amazed by the insignificance of time in the
face of the timeless space.
A space between a floating dust and a dense ocean
I feel like that dust, and you are the ocean;
and the space between us is timeless.
the gravity pulls me down to you, but the wind keeps pushing and pushing and pushing
until eventually, I drown in the misconceived pool of cold water.
I drown and become as insignificant as the time in the timeless space.
/S.Asilgarayev/
a word of deceit 