at the tea stall. All listened with apt
attention but I did not because
though I had the magical wand
they never said that I was their
leader, their leader always come
and beg to follow him. I cried
for them but without tears as
my tears are for the innocents
and not for the cleaver people
who wanted me to be only their
supporters, they seal their fate
as they are lusty for leadership
and I long ago left the duty
to their leader to shed tears for them.
the clogs of the waves, crawling towardsme the little chain of the words ‘ I love you ‘which risen up from the below part of her bellyand clearly asked me ‘why did you not acceptthe softest words the most heart felt feelingof the world? ‘ I replied with a smile ‘ pleasestop shaking and return…
the wall of my heart, some are softand some are hard, soft are those stillI remember, hard ones are sent tofetch some soothing water your velvetysmell with that of the angel works likea balm on the wounds of the momentthrowing sadness to the salty ocean,the freshness of your departure burnsme like a missile, I hiccup…
Should I keep it as a secret?Or Should I bring it into light?On me the effect of it is no moreAs it was done long beforeBut the dilemma to reveal it or notStill persists and pricks me like a piece of thornAnd I bleed as if I am put in between two horns.If I decide…
on the way to realize itI was bornif they did not meet each otherwhere I would have been?would I have beenin the nether landand listening the wonderful storiesfrom the croon Halloween?if this Halloween ever would have any dreamwhere would have been her children?they must come to this worldand we would have told themstories, wonderful!
What do you understand?this is not at all offensive orobjectionableWhat I want just to escapefrom the charge of betrayalAs you will hopeand I will expectit might be possiblewe remain both failedI say all of theseBecause I can not loseAnd let our association or relationBe fair and freeUpon us nothing we should impose
It is nothing but it is your fond memoriesIf the soul doesn’t find you beside meThen ask me what is an uneasy and jittery?Among people how I feel lonely!As if my life will end and meet with deathMy blood starts to clot and chocks my breathThe heaven cracks and the hell starts to turn greenAll…
