Let it be
Suddenly the fate yawning draws a sign
Death or reborn, templates of same design
They turn into fading useless frames on long walls
And the rhythm do you hear it stalls,
Hung in all these spaces of empty time
Remain pauses, years, winter and spring
Caught in the spider web of your limited love
Gaining quarter smiles look out for a straight line
Let it be
This life uncertain
Unclear, lifeboats running to waterfall.
Comes to my mind or shall I say soul
Is the ending already framed?
Those lines they are always slant where they end
served all purposes, am I born not be born.
The dark black canvas with water frame
Change shades like monsoon clouds
Fill two colours and after the pour, blue skies
Like when my body will burn
Precisely that’s when you should smile
Colour with brushes of entangled memories
Pour the sweet love as my last poison
Hum sounds of those blue songs
Before the fate decides on your next design
Glorify you my soul this last stop …
Death
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