The forest in me dim and bright The sun sparkles gold in my mind, When brooks of feelings swell Like leaves greenish I dwell, Immersed in colors of flowers Roam in the wind of thoughts Till my songs are rippling rain.
The moon is dim on me at night The birds of my relation sleep, The memories are like shadows Appear and disappear in a splash In feelings endless like stars Till I fade in the dark cave of heart.
Often hopes are like hills at day Faintly visible in the silvery-mist, My body is tickled with grass It dances as the breeze of time plays, Hidden in me white flowers Eagerly wait to bloom as my soul.
The crazy horses are my passion In a race under the blazing sun, The seasons are like women I love Luring my senses for their glance I tremble exquisitely for their touch.
The sun and moon in me, so beautiful The snow and the mist, so fitful, The flowers and brooks in me, mild The tigers and serpents in me, wild Possessed in me their beauty and terror.
Don’t tell on me, but yes, I can’t breathe no more, This smile concealing my frightened soul, I can’t take no more, Don’t tell on me; have lost myself in all these, I’m just a walking robot, no one sees
Everything seems to be silent but my ears not, although world sleep but my mind’s not. Memory once rejoiced like a sun’s heat now turns winter cold, before isolation was a luxury to me but now it’s not. What happens
I leave this world as ignorant as when I came into it, my hands empty, my heart full. I have no answers, only questions, no certainties, only doubts. The fear of death has been my most loyal companion, the cry of