Was it fun,

As the lamp of loveNo cloud rainsAs the cloud of loveNo water flowsAs the water of loveNo wind blowsAs the wind of loveNo pleasure is moreThan the pleasure of givingNo return is more goldenThan the return of loveBut he who does not knowHow to dissolveSurely he is an unfortunate man.He who believes in taking onlySurely…

They are not the realDo not just read the linesThey fail to showChapter after chapterThe real success and failureAll my emotionsHave been punctured by punctuationsThe errors have killedAll my happinessThe black inkStampeded all my painsThe real wisdomI have kept secretJust go and readIn between the blank spaces

Jumping rock star with a manipulated tuneYou have spiral demand in the market cheapand duplicate.You shout eureka, eureka as ifyou got the Latest and biggest diamond, truth,I do not have lower cased mind to spread thehand to beg the pearl manufactured in cocktailglass to drink to jump like a frog out of the pondto challenge…

Obviously she is my natural motherWe love one another and live togetherShe is my protector, my benefactorHer air is my breath, her water is my bloodHer each and every happiness makes me gladThe rivers of her are my artery and veinI take a pang when she suffers a painHer hills is my pride, oceans are…

You reached with meAs you very purposefullyDeprive meYour counter viewI agree with youTo disagreeAnd you have to give me full creditFor my counter view.

Or a failure that crashes like the heap of wasteThe poems which contain continuous imaginationAnd have abnormal epithets like the tongue of fireNo doubt, at the beginning we may get sensationLater we feel like burning of our sensesAnd suffer like mental tortureThe reality in a piece of prose or in a reportIt does not cut…