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One quiet morning I took myself away from here Then flung me far Through the façade of today Into the frontage of ‘morrow There I found an old man He stood aloof, musing His eyes were wise, they glister His delicate fingers Were honey colored He came across as one Who’s threaded slippery ground and fell Who’s waddled swamps and sunk, and Rose and scaled mountains He seems as who was forged To be and live alone On closer look I found the man was me.

All day I forgot to eat It is 2 a. m & I have forgotten to sleep too I lay on my bed & counted the dots on the ceiling My sleepless eyes Remembered that I cannot will myself, to be Nor be happy; As time has made me Older, thus uglier Wiser and sadder So I pray the gods to Attenuate my perception & tame my instincts That I may be less wise & happier.

We faced each other Brandishing our weapons for destruction We faced each other With assorted prowess and munitions And like practiced fencers Took our stance and danced forth gyrating east from west and not a soul to clap Bloodied now by the unintended shots our sabers made and a soul to cry at last Our sabers of eraser Are done erasing the roads Between our hearts Yours half-way Mine the rest of the way We have done the entire road, erasing The streams and bridges, including Those quiet trees, their shade Where hours passed and left us behind The passing glances and their thoughts Were erased like penciled arts Yet remembered precisely as it was For what it truly was.

Like hurricane Like earthquake the good of life eventually finds us.

With threads of fire And threads of water With threads of blood And thread of sands With thread of winds Dyed in tears We are weaving We are weaving ♥hearts♥ around Our hearts of stone And stillborn homes We are weaving ٭flowers٭round Our dead gardens And cold chimneys We are weaving We are weaving ☼sunlight☼ and *stars* Over our clouds of despair We are weaving We are stitching Torn dreams and scarred hearts We are weaving the streets and all With love and love we are weaving We shall weave our world With smiles on children’s ☻faces☻ From far places to foreign races, With threads of fire And threads of water With threads of blood And thread of sands With thread of winds Dyed in sweats We will cure our world today.

Like a lily By a lively pond I grew & had every encounter Minted on my mind; The green frogs The lonely hills The dragon-flies The hunters’ machete They all come with awe I was strong & vulnerable Like a white lily By a pond I grew quiet eyes I came I saw I saw many things remained the same The green frogs Were green still Our fathers’ hills Misted in clouds of aloneness The dragon-flies Still do the yo-yo The hunters’ machete They were sharp yet I came I saw I wrote I wrote away My angst and sores I wrote To sleep at night I wrote To get over the Thoughts that I May Not See The Lights In the morrow I wrote too When I am not supposed to When I have nothing to write I wrote When alien thoughts Uninvited come crawling Into the privacy of my heart I wrote I wrote To chase the imp that At night, takes me back To the roads I know I should not have taken To the fruits I should not have bitten I wrote for the Stars, the d...

Once upon a night Once upon a dreary night I glimpsed the sky & found a star She stood alone & not abright None was far or near to her I took my time To tell the star That rare or oft; sometime Life must be without a rhyme.