OK

I grew up strong, full of pride,
A 'Man of Metal', they say. 
Yes, it does clink and clank inside,
Well manufactured. Tested - OK.

Part

Part from you tomorrow I can
if today I am a part of you.
That may be the part when you ask,
"Part at all do we really have to?"
"Not today but at some part, yes.
Part by part if not all at once,
play that part we will have to."

Сандхя...

i hold my breath
trying not to drown
but it is not death
i refrain gulping down

well, whatever it is...
i say your name out loud.

Wither away...

A moment by moment
Seasons come and wither away
Time's sudden passage is felt
In memories that unwillingly stay

Avalanche

Index, middle
Step one by one
Forward up down,
An unpaved path.

Each footprint left
Stirs up ripples.
A distant storm
On land well known.

The core pulsates,
Summit ice melts.
One big avalanche
Of fleeting void.

Empty Cup

O empty coffee cup on the floor!
Having your first and final roll?
Did you perchance feel THAT warmth too?
Or did he/she just finish and coldly ditch you?

The Absent

Clawing blindly along my walls
Staying awake on nights unkown 
Gasping for air abundant
In darkness seeking the absent

Fiat Lux

Void, sans form, the earth was.
Upon the face, darkness was.
God said, Let there be light: 
And yet there, though divided
From good light, darkness was.

Вечеры

помнишь ты вечеры?
некоторие те моменты
весь мир и забыли
краски красиави
в небе и птицы!

помнишь ты разговори?
вместе мы сидели,
в глаза посмотрели
и снова в любились
вечер мы каждый


(I know this is really wrong Russian! but... that's the best and simplest I could do!)

Try

A foot lifts up heavily
And lands hard with a long sad sigh
The other one gives up
Lacking the courage to even try

Man & Wife

Prince Frog met Princess Toad
At Mr Turtle's swampy abode
They then their love confessed
And were man and wife professed

Read Along

Each picture painted in different hues
Different music for every song
Each tale will be written afresh anew
For all that choose to read along

Inspiration

Their advices are usually warnings
And warnings - usually threats
Their threats are mere condemnations
And condemnations - my inspiration

Give way

However hard the horizon tries
Embracing night only does suffice
Let for long linger the dusk
Give way to dark in end it must

Allure

I look for light after dark
For a life with a "tick" mark 
At least thus I make sure 
No one knows what I allure
(No one sees what I long for)