A big red box, my suitcase, tucked under my bed. Is the box merely a box? No, I’m afraid.
Bearing throws, bearing blows, bearing scratches, sporting patches. Generously forgiving, my wheeled travel companion, emerging to unite with me on the conveyor belt. Passing through dark x-rays, scans and scrutiny, yet preserving my harmless secrets.
Impregnated by elements of my identity, without which I’m bare, Stacked with my casual wear, party wear, foot wear and my inner wear. Along with my gadgets and my books, my paper pad and my pen, My big red box with a hanging tag, bearing my name.
My friend familiar in unknown land, stuffed with my memories and possessions grand. My big red box is not merely a box, But a collage of myself, at the reach of my hand.
In those corners of your eyes my darkness prevades I wish all the doors gets locked from inside Why does our western gleam fades in twilight shades And still you’re searching for me in pale moonlight The night never brings
My Pearl of Inestimable Value Out from its obscurity in this Silence Dawn, emerged an invisible Cruelty, gabbed in terminal robe; Stealthily descended upon this blissful abode: the habitation of ‘My Pearl of Inestimable Value’ With its fangs snarling in
I am terribly shocked and remorseful My sister, can’t help than weeping at your ill-fate Transcending self to a passive onlooker Or to the role of an unmindful passenger With torn heart, tied hands, and bleeding eyes All finding acutely
My heart loves you Was it not some time ago, My heart was like a rock? An impenetrable fortress, With steep cliffs at its side, A distance land, Far away, From where no ordinary soul, Would dare to reside? I