Read the book: «Signals from the moon. Poems and stories»

I often imagine myself as a lone wanderer in the desert, roaming from oasis to oasis and city to city. There, he meets people, listens to their stories, possibly becomes part of them, replenishes supplies, and sets off again. While he walks alone, he thinks a lot. And he learns. When he gets to the next city, maybe he also has a story to tell.

Need for Appreciation

Lonely Lovesong walks the streets,

Giving smiles to those she meets,

Mutely plays an old guitar,

You might hear it from afar.

Unafraid of getting lost,

To the rhythm she likes the most,

As if having one more chance,

Lonely Lovesong learns to dance.

Conditional Empathy

Black blind kitten.

Dirty spring street.

Wet ears listen

To approaching feet,

Ready for next hit.

One more sound

You already know,

Frightening and loud,

Out of the flow -

Angry cawing crow.

Cold paws quiver.

Why are you still here?

Danger comes nearer.

You should beat your fear.

You should run, my dear!

Run, run, baby!

Anywhere away!

You are weak and shabby,

It's unsafe to stay.

You won't die today!

Desired or Deserved

I live like I'm riding a bike,

And my speed is lower than ever.

But what could my life be like

If I were a little braver?

Like a river with turbulent flow –

Quintessence of passion and danger.

I want it – to let my brain know

A new highest level of pleasure.

Like a snow-covered mountain peak -

Elusive, but so much desired.

I want it – to let my heart speak

Of calmness and love inside it.

I'm not used to ups and downs,

But feel like I really need them.

I want it – to fill my lungs

With breathtaking wind of freedom.