Egor Rybakov - Procrastination. Selected poems

Open up to feelings, be serene again.

After all, many are unaware of all these experiences,

Only know from movies and romantic books

Others were disappointed, for them – suffering,

And quench bitterness in the knowledge of wine, intrigues.

Love cannot be ostentatious, in quotation marks,

She was born to suffer and rise again

She lives only with those who believe in fairy tales,

And it will become pleasure, faith and support.

Love is different, open and naive,

A little hidden, wide open, where feelings break,

So demanding, sad and happy

But more often we are carried away into the distance as a sincere impulse.

When the soul so asks for tender passion,

And a gentle look serves as a continuation of thoughts,

Suddenly I realized that only with you is happy,

I just love the way you talk and think.

I like to dream with you

And contemplate all the wonder you have woven

Crossed by chance, the world is so small

I feel an unbearable pain inside.

I like to dive into the ocean of your love

And draw strength and create a new universe,

And hear the voice and steps, even if you are far away,

And call you in the night affectionately under the pale moon.

And every day love grows stronger, betraying strength,

Reaching for you, as if in search of nirvana and grail,

Sometimes joy and sadness are torn apart for no reason,

In the manifestations of the soul, we were sincere and did not play.

Suddenly you say that «I was not happier»

And I will answer sincerely «I was not, even in my thoughts»,

Spring called and in our passion flourished,

You gave me the sky, the universe and wings.

When you are cute next to me

The heart is beating, torn constantly,

Eat me unpretentiously with poison,

And only with you the fantasies are so real.

When you approach without looking up,

Everything inside is bubbling from pain and agony,

I’ve been stuck in your passion for a long time,

And I feel like I’ve been in exile for a long time.

Your phrases immediately fall into the soul,

And the thoughts are so similar and close,

I rush to the sky through separation,

And in this world, you and I are on the same path.

I see the look and feel the thoughts

How carefully you choose your words

And fortunately for our world is envious,

Gossip and rumors have not been so important for a long time.

When everything moves like clockwork,

So I want to hold a moment

And rush like a bird to the horizon,

Towards the sun, inspiration.

And behind the lightness lies hard work,

What are you investing in every day?

And such a miracle will soon become like an emerald,

I love your words, they are so beautiful.

And it seems from the outside that this is a gift of nature,

Babies are born with one potential

Some only develop, others suffer from freedom,

One is satisfied with everything, the other is only a little.

When you choose half from the crowd

Among the many people and their characters,

Trying to reach out to your dreams, dreams,

You follow the general rules and factors.

And every time you’re looking for something new

As if in the reflection you will immediately find yourself,

To please and warm in harsh days,

And you bathed in love as if in tongues of fire.

And to be similar in character, manners,

The content of thoughts and way of life,

The soul was on fire and did not surprise only in size,

And you were never too much for her.

When you choose a person forever

You are so picky, attentive and sensitive,

Whom did you see in dreams, take for an ideal,

And she is always ready to wait, no joke at all.

What attracts us in affectionate creatures?

Smile, marvelous gait, gentle aroma,

Life is changing and our eccentric consciousness,

When you meet, you find yourself in a wonderful garden.

They change lives, rush in like a whirlwind

Filling everything around with feeling and emotions,

Immediately open the heart of the secrets of the soul,

And everyone is bestowed with magic only in portions.

Such beauty warms the heart and all the memories,

When it’s so cold and everything inside hurts, it saves you,

Encourages all efforts, fulfills all dreams,

And in difficult times it makes you believe in miracles.

These divas change everything around with kindness and happiness,

And the air is forever melting from tenderness and affection,

Rushing to the sky, they take part in your dreams,

He always comes back to them like home: to an oasis.

And after them there is an aftertaste, longing and spell,

That interfere with sleep and fill dreams with wondrous beauty,

Only with them will you again become like an angel you are winged,

Surprise with an open heart, sincere simplicity.

And may men never reveal this secret,

They will suffer, fight and strive constantly,

Only after trials will they succumb to their temptation,

I wish that all women become happy and desirable.

Thinking out loud and dreaming of unfulfilled dreams

Endless winter lulls and seduces

I plunge into your eyes, like into the abyss, the ocean,

Gentle words heal the heart like a balm.

Endless heart-to-heart conversations after midnight

Languid breath, voice, touch and bliss,

The charm of the universe and the admiration of the dawn,

My soul burns and endlessly asks for the sky.

The thirst for passion breaks and revives the heart,

Velvet voice goes straight to the subconscious,

Feelings endlessly and invariably ignite,

Only joy brings this pain and lack of sleep.

The scent of delicate roses, incomparable skin and smile,

I’m drawn to you endlessly, irrevocably,

You were madly surprised by my awkward attempt,

And let it be sometimes so difficult with you, troublesome.

In your eyes I will find tenderness and the universe,

Gentle dawn; coastal, warm wind,

The incomparable sea will pour foam with love,

And shelter us a cozy and so vulnerable evening.

Inspiration: Sophie Kurbatova

«You are the lips of the lost general…»

http://www.stihi.ru/2018/02/01/9676

You are the mistress of my lips and eternal joy,

Love to tremble, crossing the coast,

Called me like you knew everything

And before you I lived in the twilight, slightly drunk.