Infantile air so clear and White gathers the dust of time gliding over paddy, inspiration, fish hooks, and moons Painting lullabies for lovers; Time gets younger, memories merge from bays to dried eyes as Hearts get heavier, healers hail the high.
Caught, in cobwebs, seams of senescence blot grey. They epistolize their heavens with woes and wonder. The wind blows out, the tenebrific candle. The soul pours down to earthly heaven – Rain.
Tears has been shed some innocent lives has been groaning inside. Some being the part of the miracle got a new life after walking out from the hell. Begging for lives begging to get rescued their hands are hunting for
Like a gentle breeze the world goes by. Days slip away, why still stay. Few phase if I live or die. Demons no more held at bay. Freely do they roam inside, freely there they hide. Lost inside myself, fell
Since my earliest youth, I’ve been looking for my face which was stolen by wars. I am the son of war. My memory was kneaded by her tough dances. Since forty years, I’ve been inhaling her bitter smoke, knowing nothing
Oh My Love, though we are individually two our hearts have mingled to become one I have nothing more in my possession to surrender to you as you have snatched away both my body and soul making me a non