When I used to be a goddess in the life passed long ago

I must have lived amongst the stars, in a cosmic gemmed château

Crystal columns dressed in moons opened to my g’lactic yard

Where I’d catch the raining diamonds broken from old starry shards

Shooting comets, dancing clouds, rings of planets, glittered mounds

From my balc’ny’s view I’d see heaven waltzing round and round

And I’d flash across this lot, steering loyal stallions

Suns in my hair and in my gown, glowing like medallions

But now in the world around me, in every shadow of each nook

I wonder where my stars are. To find the light where must I look?

Where are those twirling comets, that intergalactic ball?

Where is the music swirling that so easily all enthralled?

Where is my crown of gold suns? It’s too dark in this life for me

When is this blizzard ending? Will it ever be calm at sea?

Perhaps I’ve dreamt up my greatness, though it feels real in my core

Perhaps I’m truly the goddess of dusting and sweeping the floor

Perhaps in my desperation to escape mediocrity

I believe I feel nostalgia when I see sky’s divinity

But I’ll hold onto this feeling, it’s the candle to my shade

For without it I shall shatter, lose my spirit and then fade

Viktoria Nikola

Strength in Love


I wrote this one for a friend going through a rough time. 
It's a bit short, but I figured I needed to bring the message 
across quickly. 

There’s strength in numbers,

But truer is this:

There’s strength in a love

That dares to exist

There’s hope and there’s faith

And light there is too

So be not afraid,

My friend: I love you

Viktoria Nikola

The Toast

To all the moments of sheer beauty

To all the breaths we’ve held in awe

To all the words of all the stories

We heard as youths our jaws ajar

To all the hues of every vista

To all the petals of perfume

To every stem an ant has conquered

To every plant that ever bloomed

To all the faith of arms outstretching

To all the trust in every truth

To all the gusts in every glory

To every heart that’s loved anew

To every note of every concert

Or every tone of every song

To all the chords of all the voices

Who shouted louder than a wrong

To all the waves of all the changes

And all the waters of stern seas

To every mind that wandered strangely

Towards darkened depths, yet let it be

To all the tears of joyous smiles

To all the hope of days to pass

To every star in every trial

That led us through our daunting past

To all of you, oh treasured presents,

I toast a drink of bubbly whim

Continue to defy our limits

Let’s fly upon your wings of vim

Viktoria Nikola



When freedom comes – your being feels it

In every corner of its soul

Unleashing that what’s been forgotten

Recalling that what’s labeled old

And you, within, a winged creature

Run towards the brink of your despair

And then with loud and joyous laughter

You jump! You fall! Without a care!

Let freedom come, let fear surrender

Let your unease become undone

Let’s fly away on airy whimsies

And let us do what’s NEVER done!

Viktoria Nikola

What’s in a Dream

I’ve waited for you waterfalls, I’ve longed to hear your voice

Your roaring thrilling love poems, your deaf’ning stirring noise

I’ve waited for you mountains, I’ve yearned to feel that breeze

That medal of your zenith, that zephyr of your tease

I’ve waited for you jungles, I’ve longed to venture through

Those spellbound coiled pathways, those verdant lavish hues

I’ve waited for you oceans, to take me far away

Cocoon me in your journeys, awake me with your spray

I’ve waited for adventures, savannahs, mounts of snow

Safaris, canyons, ice bergs, a rushing river’s flow

I’ve longed to feel the soaring, of the tallest redwood pines

To feel the thrill of swinging from timely vine to vine

I’ve waited for you kindly, I’ve dreamt of only you

Not seeing my surrounding – the modest, simple truth

I’m not on rushing waters; I see a humbler view

A quiet stream aholds me, in a just as meek canoe

No epic haunting soundtrack, no growing climaxed plot

No melodramas, heartbreaks, no loud exciting lot

There’s simply me, my presence, my mind, my heart, my soul

And then sometimes a chirping, of a blue jays heartened drawl

The trees that stand around me as I slowly drift on by

Are not as green as jungles, are not as tall as pines

But in their leaves are details that I didn’t seem to see

In all my restless dreamings, in all my passioned glee

The sun is brightly shining, veiling the path ahead

But his rays are warm and cozy, so I lie down instead

And there the azure greets me, with a smile that stretches on

And I feel safe and stable, in a humble wooden palm

True, these aren’t my mountains, my canyons, waterfalls

But I can’t betray this beauty, its vivid silent calls

And though my heart is grieving, for the lost could-be

I breathe this moment in, and shed the last should-be

Viktoria Nikola


The Human Gift


Here is my heart, though, how silly it is

To give you a gift, as faulty as this

I’d give you my mind, but I fear it’s away

In some faraway land on indefinite stay

I’d give you my soul, if only I could

But lost in my body is the thoughtless ol’ fool

I’d give you my spirit, but embarrassed I am

Of how small and how dim the light has become

And thus I am left with a beaten bruised heart

The one where the seems are coming apart

Don’t worry the wounds will fester, but heal

And then it's the scars, the seems that will seal

The bleeding will stop, the ache should assuage

It’s drumming might fade, It’s hearing might age

A Band-Aid or two and some gauze would do well

To send it towards heaven, or at least not towards hell

Please hold the poor darling, tell it you care

It might not believe you, but let us be fair

It’s fallen, it’s shattered, it burned and then froze

And now by it’s master so rudely disposed

I’d rather you have it though, horrid it is

For I do not trust me with such delicate things

I’ve tried and I’ve failed, and it’s time to give in

Farewell, my sweetheart, forgive me this sin

Viktoria Nikola

A Novel Warning

I wrote this poem after I wrote my first novel. If I could, I'd make this the preface to all my works of fiction:

Don’t judge too harshly my rhyme and prose

My Russian soul – the lachrymose

For Pushkin’s ghost possessed my mind

And thus I build his verbal shrine

Let’s cast aside our logic’s reign

Let sane be lost to the insane

Let’s muffle screams of reasoning

Let our hearts sprout those fragile wings

And let us dive into the blue

Where shadows live, where truth’s untrue

Where all that’s wrong and all that’s right

Are switched at birth, and switched by sight

I weave a web of tale and lore

Where all our folly skips and strolls

Where civil wars divide the shards

Of broken hearts and fallen stars

Where cities die and people pass

And sands escape the hourglass

Where souls anew rekindle life

That tiny light put out by strife

Where all our hate is justified

And all our wars bleed out our pride

Where brittle hearts grow faith to soar

But chains of fear entrap that door

I weave a web, so we could learn

From fairytales how fires burn

That we need not, such travesty

I’ll weave this web, then set it free

Viktoria Nikola


A Revolutionary Revolution

A quiet revolution, Is quite a unique thing
It’s strange in it’s unusual, it walks by using wings
It’s subtly romantic, with meaning in reverse
It’s neither hist’ry nor present, a dance that’s unrehearsed

A peaceful revolution, no bloodshed, tyrants, not a sound
Where we’ve revolted from revolting from legendary crowns
A tranquil insurrection, a paradoxal twist
A time with no more suff’ring, a place where love persists
Existing in obscurity, it shall illuminate its key
Then, with its delayed enlightenment, it’ll bring recovery
A revolutionary revolution, believe it, it shall come to pass
And with its unconforming reforms, its change will ever-last

Viktoria Nikola

Ashes Ashes

The dimming cinders of my spirit

Lay glowing feebly in the night

The smoke escaped my every merit

The arsonist: life’s pain and plight

My vessel’s blood rolled with a smolder

My passioned breath – a fev’rish dream

Here I have died, my ash grows colder

The air still vibrates with my scream

And yet a tale, I dare remember

Intangible, deep as the skies

That I exist still in these embers

And that a phoenix I shall rise

I’ll rise, and soar above my ashes

The pain I felt – a memory

The blaze, my death, might come in flashes

But stay a dying reverie

I’ll rise, but I am dust in limbo

The fire scents my senses stir

I’ll wait to cool, then from this pyre

I’ll rise. And be the firebird

Viktoria Nikola