E fi mi le

E fi mi le
When I hold my head high
Just to keep the tears at bay
When I no longer could hold the head or the tears
And my tears flow into streams
Full of floating Origami boats
In thousands of numbers and colours
E fi mi le!

When I laugh and laughter turns hysteria
When I cannot explain the reason behind my smiles
And my shout of joy runs amuck
Massacring the peace of my foes
E fi mi le
E fi mi le

When I'm quiet, still as the old mountains
When the cold echoes of my silence
Stealthily hurts the drums in your ears
E fi mi le joor, when I can't stop talking
And my words like a monotonous set of pins
Stabs at your moral sensibilities
E fi mi le when I dance like a stoned rock star
To the lulling tunes of Enya

E fi mi le
When my body in inertia takes up your space
And my dragging feet brakes your intended pace

Fi mi le
Fi mi le
When in anger I hunt my enemies to a corner
Artfully compelling them for the slaughter
Like it’s beyond the board of chess

E fi mi le
If at F1-speed I cruise through the day
Whipping laggards and seizing the way
E fi mi le I am a poet joor.




P. S: E fi mi le = Leave me alone