Within a park of lusty flowers,
the charm of His flute as empowers
ah fair maiden, oh, drown all fears
and join me, join me, join oh….
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These evenings are really too much for me…
As the sun and the stars make love…in their dim light
I feel as I’m burning…
The whole day
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Your blue slippers still recline on the terrace
As if in a stupor….Dog-chomped melancholia
Swathes the touch of your feet…..
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And it was twilight then
And it was noon
Within each maze of my hearts’ den
The game was all on tune
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Its better than my speech is choked
All so dark black and blue
So that I can never utter
Another I love you
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As life patters upon the dark decaying hallways of death
I see myself murmur in its faint but regular rhythms
more like those bass-guitars… searching for tunes
midst burnt cigarette ends, ashtrays, remnant coffee-cups
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I see stars burn out-
the scents of their ash reverting like words
within hollow pillars, trying to unfold
Weird mysteries of paper origami- a blank sheet of thoughts
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Scurrying through unraveled steps leading- hell
I wake up in desolate deem corners of life…
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Winding up through cases of broken stairs
I reach rooftop before dusk
Alone… in the strong gusty wind… bird’s eye view upon existence
I see the world bathing in myriads of hues…
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Right now a thousand of mortified waves break at my feet
Right now in my conscious I feel the wind of the trees
Right now at my eyes sparkles the last rays of the setting sun
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