"Michael,
Seconds before minutes
hours before days
And us behind the past
We all walk...
Towards our own destinies"
I listened to her, this time.
She was busy with the timeless clock from
"Michael,
Seconds before minutes
hours before days
And us behind the past
We all walk...
Towards our own destinies"
I listened to her, this time.
She was busy with the timeless clock from
"May be, Michael
I'm the villian in your stories
remember, I'm the hero in mine"
She stood up
Balancing her weight against
the sword made of imaginations
"Let us end this story,
for once
"Michael, No songs, poems and sighs
Are you alive, love?"
Brushing her lips against mine,
She looked deep
Inside into my eyes, asked.
"I've died and become a poem
That is a song,
and a sigh
"Michael, if given wings
Would you fly away, like them, migrate every summer?"
Tired from the dry lands, she asked.
I continued roasting, her favorite bird
That crossed our skies, first in the
"My rains"
She chased the parting, last winter rains
dragging her silk over the muddy paths
I watched
And opened the gates to my summer
Welcoming her and rains
"Michael, give me a tear
and I will be indebted
through samsara to you"
She said, leading herds to lush greens
I gave her a tear
from the ocean
that I held dear
deep and within
Then
"If I let you to undo a thing...
Michael, what would you do?"
She asked, dancing my dreams with her wand
"My birth"
Without breaking my eyes from her
I said
She giggled
and the curse took
Midnight train has left the platform
And the hour says it is 12.30
Sleepless and lost in our own agonies
We can sit even further, sipping the silence
From our glasses those are not in a
He never looks at me
Instead towers on top of me
All I heard from him was
"Good day" as he walks -
Towards the elevator every time
and to the eighth floor
and to his room thirty three
and he
"Set me free, from your cage of this winter"
Stuck within the frozen cube of my love she pleaded
I played the music even louder
Hoping she will hear me this time, clear
The lines were on a
Looking into my eyes
Struggling for another breathe
She died, oh winter, oh winter
I took her coat and the bread loafs
And the smoked pork that she wouldn't share ,if alive
And set on my
Solomon,
The promised gardens,
We’ve reached
With a shimmer in her eyes,
She recited the excitement
Writing the last lines,
Solomon start singing
"Come, my beloved, let us go out into
I see you can't see
as much I see
I see atrocities
and violence
gunshots loud
and ignored screams
I see you blind
or
what I read in holy books
were lying to me until
I read, only justice
Undo me to my innocence
and lead me back to my dreams
and to the never flown wings
i'll rise, rise like a day
shy in the beginning
bold by the maturing
and
you can hold the samsara
until
She stood in the rain
with her long hair kissing the dirt
here I become part of thee, mother earth
said, and through the crack made by heavens
she disappeared from a dream I was watching
I
fingers polishing the rosary beads
and my eyes seeing everything like never before
Her spinning around like a left alone top
when you wake up
when you are done
touch my threads
and stop
We'll walk through the flowers
by both sides of our feet
The red of a sunrise,
Our guiding light
You will go to the right
and I'll towards the left
and our roads will run parallel
If life is a big give and take, then all of us are little children...somehow
There was this girl and
There was that boy
And one day they exchanged
What they had with each other
Girl saw
Kissing my eyes
She started the story
About those virgins
And pigeon's blood
Breathing her fragrance
I slept proud
Watching the stain
Made by -
a drop virgin's blood
I heard her
A fine rush of blood
Making a kind of flood
Running through the fingers
Like those drunken crazy thoughts
Few cords in wrong places
Divine heavenly mistakes...
A sharp fine blade
A fine thin
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