The Barrens through the Heaven

Fireworks adore the sky, Illuminates The darkest night of the month. Alas, This festivity of joy; Fails to erode: The saline filth, Is stuck So firm That the mind stays numb: The cuckoo sings, And shyulis bloom; Cannot hear it, Also cannot see. Samaritans of the light fail to impress, Whereas The nightbirds chirps Alights to the brain, Aiding the lament, Ailing the perceive; The body-in-waiting, For the dawn, Fatigues. And before the horizon, shows crimson lights The conscience passes, In slumber deep And all hopes fail, Against this sleep.                      September 2009

Running after shadows of dead dreams, Running after unheard immortal screams. Running for salvation of my soul, Running for ideals decaying and foul. Running on emptypaths, Running away from dead past. Running frantic upon this way, Am I gonna stop, Some or another day ?