achromatic leaf tarry-folded,
awaits pen silky melanoid
brush sheep-wool feathered
touch creative kissing forehead.
...
thou murderer of felicity,
pay thy taxes of iniquity,
wash thy hands gore
with hemoglobin of soul intentions pure.
...
catastrophic story being told,
listened he straight ears on stand
his surprise takes the story rewind,
acting speculum to his life burnt to ash
...
Early in the spring,
far down in the valley of green,
in a morning with soft cover,
of fog in the valley all over,
...
for my ignorance is what thee see,
its not always same in me,
differs my views in time,
when expectation are at regime,
...
Hurted by my own mistake
Full of wound all over the chambers of heart,
I find myself all deserted,
in a prison of wall and roofs,
...
In the pleasure of dreams,
I owe you my destiny.
In the way of life,
I owe you my ambitions.
...
why should it happen?
why is the road to love,
bring us to an end?
cant we keep on,
...
did you notice me,
i am confused and pale,
i am dark red in pain
what is the mistake i have commited
...
Every time I was there,
waiting for you,
trying to make you feel,
the love i have for you,
...