Inexpressible

I don't know
what I say.
You are inexpressible...

Voice me seid;
write poem
is the best of you...

I'm write
that,
but it's not realy poetry...

Note is
to tray narration,
about feel inside me,
to be my everything...

The and,
Ananda,
I don't say anything...
That poetry is about stillness...


Neizrecivo...


Ne znam vise
sta bih rekla,
ti si tako
neizreciv...

Glas mi rece;
napisi pesmu
i onako to najbolje
znas...

I eto,
napisah pesmu
i ako u stvari,
to i nije pesma...

Ovo je samo beleska,
pokusaj da opisem,
ovo nista, sto osecam,
sto jeste, zapravo sve...

Cini se kraj,
Praznina beskrajnog blazenstva,
a i nema potrebe za recju,
ovo je poezija tisine...