Remnants of My Mangled Soul

By Merab Giorgadze

My years are heading already downhill,
The footprints of the past have a cold feeling.
I wander through fogs with my old shoulders
And with my unfulfilled overdue dreams.


My poem cannot be more rhythmic than yours.
Raiment of the ploughman attracts my rhythms.
Your words are the beautiful play of the leopardess,
And my poems rise from the moistened earth.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse UK
• Release date: Mar 30, 2022
• ISBN: 9781665597456

Merab Giorgadze

Merab Giorgadze was born on January 10, 1962, in Kutaisi, Georgia. He lives a quiet, peaceful life, and he writes for himself, entrusting his spiritual pains only to writing paper and verse. This is his first collection of poems.

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Contents

I follow the ascent, the hill of my thoughts.

The dream about you has kept me alive.

Why do I think that my soul’s heaviness

I could not sleep last night.

I follow my path! Where to rush?

How aromatic can be our native land,

Here in this strange Eden, you could find peace.

The grave turned into a sorrowful smile

And I will fly where there are clouds,

Behind a window, a woman hides tears.

You are elusive, and it is hard to breathe without you,

What colour is melancholy? _ you asked me once,

You are far away now, too far away,

New breath assisted me based on the old one,

I am here with you, with my robbed spirit.

I have a Svan brother and a Kakhetian,

There is a thunderstorm, mischievous wind,

My poem is your peaceful breath.

When I remember your divine smile,

You have not existed, but now

Because of you, I cannot sleep:

Oh yes, I remember it well—Oh, I remember

Oh, it is helpless, so helpless!

I am a participant of your breath,

The nasty thought dared to blind the sun.

The sea troubles endlessly, and why? I wonder.

You cannot awake the heart’s wishes with words.

You told me not to bother you; you made me anxious.

I see clouds are gathering in my sky,

You see in Paris, you see in Vienna,

You used to be so confident,

My love, my precious autumn spring!

How it torments me, the whim of desire!

I was walking on the rainy street.

Thoughts invade me; I can’t express the pain

It is raining; the sky is crying,

I had high hopes for this transient world,

I was not welcome. The walls of the house were cold,

Grey clouds are melting in the gloomy sky,

How quiet you are! I fear your silence.

Soul followed cruel winds somewhere.

Now in front of me is only the upland hill,

Time reigns. Time plays, outrageous, hurrying.

Let us go to high mountains,

A trail follows to the moon, gazing at track-pass,

I am leaving… do not cut off my way.

I am giving my condolence to Mtatsminda giants!

How many times was your land

I could not become painless for even a second.

If there is no love, or if there is no pain,

Our past and future seem to have the same colour!

When I go,

As long as I can I visit you,

You are a good girl, Oh such a good girl.

My immense hope, bringing delights,

My pain has already disappeared,

I raise the toast above, lean over, and tell you,

I wish to have one dawn less night

My words don’t flow. I’m surprised

I sent you letters and had your answers too.

So many things flash like a thought:

Days and nights, in the past and present,

I believe in you, and I believe in my Lord.

We miss you, Robbie. How do we miss you, my friend?

It is wet weather, sad, melancholy.

The night is wearing a fog,

I feel what a little time I have left,

How not to try, how not to fight?

Here is warmth, not of the sun but of loving sweethearts,

Be my host, my friend:

Your appearance was a nightdream,

A rooster is crowing, standing high up on sheds,

In the morning, when troubles your mind,

I am roaring, lacklustre, turbid,

You adorn my dawn more than the sun.

I love you so; if you only knew how I love you!

I implore for you Christ, as I meet him,

What if I am insane, crazy, confused?

It is a white night; it is a silver night,

I bumped into you, and the measure of time

I love rain showers and each raindrop,

An unpleasant morning dressed me with

"Why do you cry? We’ll drive them out in two weeks.

Let’s meet and once again cover with dishes

What do you stop for? Speed up, go on!

Once again while I am alive, I will see Imereti.

I dreamt of Jvarisa’s sunrise last night,

When I thought the day could not shine without you,

From the Bazaleti cradle blessed the young man

What anxiety and what suffering!

Yes, I do smile, but my heart cries.

I appropriated embroidered rhymes,

I wish to look in your bottomless eyes,

I am from Jvarisa, you from Gurnell, he from Ojola;

I wish to release my smile from chains,

I am going and don’t know where.

I will caress you with my smile:

I no longer think as I thought before,

It is January still, but it’s spring that stands at my gate.

I am restless like a bee.

Your eyes are my beaming chandeliers,

Life gnaws and nibbles,

When my heart is whole, like a full moon,

A cruel irony of fate!

With watery eyes, cursing his destiny,

Yeah, you are right!

Wow, my dream has come true! It’s two in the morning,

I can’t value myself, can’t say even words,

I will light a candle; I will kneel

The dream about you has kept me alive.

What is written in the stars?

And I will fly where there are clouds,

He flutters your heart; he kisses your soul,

It is getting lighter. I walk around,

Your caress endears like Heaven’s dew,

It is a long time before dawn, as it is a long night,

The morning looks like a bitten dog.

Silence groaned last night.

It damaged my heart, this absence of yours:

Be calm: release your soul from sorrow.

Someone praises me,

One wise man is undeniably wise.

A bouquet of wisdom

There is much delightful sunlight waiting at dawn.

I did not come yet, but I have left,

I am not ambitious at all:

Life goes fast, running in a flash,

It is regrettable, it is distressing,

Seeing you is enough to get excited:

Twilight will bring a grey curtain down,

If it is not now, then it will be too late,

March changes her clothes like a woman,

Do not make fun of my weakness and feebleness.

Satan has possessed the chancel in