There the limits

There the limits to the pain you bear

Knowing not when point of no return is reached
The heart assaulted by blitzkrieg of emotions 
Rolling to abyss , the eyes see darkness only
And then... you felt it moral and the physical cross roads

It can happen on the gorgeous sunny day
The weather does not compromise because of you
Nothing change around, the bench, park , lake stay calm
Witnessing deconstruction of person , wriggling in dolor
The inner spasms of desperation, loneliness and sadness
Hidden from the world, they are yours to experience

Anything can trigger the unfortunate event
Listening musicians boogie on the stage
The crowd cheering , dancing, whistling
Abruptly all is stopped inside of you in light of recognition
Another face appear in air, grimacing in return of aching loneliness
You been alone again even while making brave attempt to go out
The life, professional and personal, hanging on the scales
Nothing is settled... the goose did not lay the golden egg

by Margaret Gudkov
art by Eduardo Rodriguez Calzado

What heart is telling you

What heart is telling you

I talk to you
The smile grace the face
But deep inside the pain is drumming
To say I yearn to say the words to make you understand
Petrified to cut the fragile string connecting us

The silky thread of communication
Pulled by both sides not meant for such a pressure
Yet the colloquy should take a place between two sides of love
Not building the resentment in the heart till it's too late to resolve it

I am laughing, making jokes
Unsatisfied in the terms of the fulfillment, hiding angry streak
Grey hair in midst of many others starting to appear with
Regular proclivity,giving me the look of profundity , the wise woman
Which I am not , just trying to survive in the hostile waters

What heart is telling you ,does it feel unhappiness
Brewing to the boiling incalescence in my eyes
The inability of yours to change the things unfolding
Alarmed mentioning the things with open mind
Is hardly what I am looking for

by Margaret Gudkov
art by Sherry Lee Short

You think you know me?

You think you know me?

The dress , the smile, hair brightness
You think you know me just by scanning over
Visually measuring parameters of mine
Accessing inner world the complicated labyrinth
Opening the door , loosing yourself somewhere in the middle

You cannot read the woman
Don't try to be the wise man,knowing all
I prove you wrong at any given moment
Putting to shame the theories of yours
The end become beginning of the new adventure

I am like a lychee, exotic , the eye catching
You peel rough rind to find the sweet surrender
Juice running to the mouth to enhance the pleasure
Don't eat the nut or you will break the teeth
For you I am dream , mirage in desert
The cloud unpredictability , the sun rays
The rain cooling senses in the hot night
You do not know me, endeavoring is useless nonsense
The mystery is my protective shield

by Margaret Gudkov
art by Rina Sutzkever

Dil Kisi Se Tab Hi Lagana Jab Dilon Ko Pardhna Seekh Lo

Dil Kisi Se Tab Hi Lagana Jab Dilon Ko Pardhna Seekh Lo
Har Ek Chehrey Ki Fitrat Mein Wafadaari Nahi Hoti !!!!!

Singular side of medal

Singular side of medal

The nervous wreck unable to control emotions
Getting insecure with each arising problem on the path
Fretting over the elements that don't deserve attention 
That how you see me from the sidelines

The things I do go beyond faux pas of manners
The root of evil planted in my heart few years back
Setbacks,betrayals, creditors who like a vultures come
Collect the money or collect the soul.. what exactly do you know

I never claimed to be an angel neither devil
Is hard to be one perfect person after devastating shakes
The skin too thin, emotions are too raw.. everything too much
But with all said i know my heart is in the right place
And I blame myself for wrongs that came to knock

You see singular side of medal
Not caring for the story written in my eyes
The raising voice without devious intent , the crying
Meeting the indifference and silence instead of patience
Taking hand in yours , calming with words, with hugs

by Margaret Gudkov
art by Angela BettaCazale

Still life

Still life

Dead nature staring at spectators eyes
Attracting with the morbid cheerlessness of expiration
The flowers decaying into dust in fashion of the movie star
Aging behind the scenes , behind the silence walls
Fruits rotting , emanating fermented odor
Even through the canvas fabric

So beautiful, so full of life moments before
While hand transferring colors on the painting
They are already on the way to disappear to zilch
Food for the birds future generations

The pomegranates losing brightness of the red
Brownish apples scrunching the appearance
The taxidermy birds could not be more dead
The glass in pupils shining in unnatural bearing
We calling it still life, French call it nature mort
Dead nature propagate life stillness, everything come to stop
Halting activities in core, everything becoming particle for universe foundation

by Margaret Gudkov
art by Luis Egidio Melendez Bodegón

We walking on the beach

We walking on the beach

The steps, measuring silence in the whispering of sand
Softly giving in under our bare feet pressure
The wind nudging, pushing slightly on the back
Witnessing muted dialog of understanding souls

How many times things getting complicated
It's our fault to overcomplex the simplicity of it
Like two of us on empty shore floating in Never land
Free of Byzantine knots in overburdened mind

The water brings cooling respite to imponderable questions
Actually , giving the answers in the ebbs and flows
I catechize the heart with he loves me ,love me not
Silly abrogation for the truth already implanted
He is here, now , walking hand in hand
Looking so peaceful and content in golden aura of sun

by Margaret Gudkov