VIRGINITY

After realitY

2008-12-07T00:03:00.000-08:00

To KKT:

There you'll stand with a flame
when eyes brighten and
hearts lighten
You have the fire of a candle
in your eyes and
the glow of the fire
in your lips
No one can fail
to see you shine,
in the midst of hearts
that grope
to find some sunshine.
A flame that will light
hearts forever,
the 'you' so fresh and new
that enlivens life itself.

To A(music):

I heard a voice
that resonated with my own
when I dreamt the other day,
I woke up to see
it was no fantasy.
I stood so in touch
with reality,
and so intangible
my resonance with you
that I envy the God
who could touch it.

You will always be remembered
for the voice
that echoes through
all the musical theatres to come
and those that went by,
but you -the unpretentious soul
will echo in my heart
for what you are
and what you have always been.

To S:

You are a breath of fresh air
amidst a claustrophobia;
a retreat to silence
in a cacophonic outdoor;
an oasis for the most thirsty
when deserted;
and the moment of truth
that slices through the 'now'
that shakes those that always
wait to cheat
not just the world
but also themselves.
You are the rare pearl
the ocean's ever got.

To M (palace-specific):

I see no future
When we met each other
I see no past
When I will fly together

Into the sky
Filled with zillion stars
Fire and light and revolution
And chaos
I look through at the sky
from a distance
I know I see your radiant skin
Calm, unchaotic, peaceful
Bright, cheerful, Shining
Like the sky just washed its face
with a chemical-less face wash
smooth, no cracks,
gliding clouds in eyes
but yet
I know
There I will stumble
Every night
Or the alternate ones
To magically look for the palace
We built

With sand and golden air
With moisture
Lightening to blend its bends
I know it will remain
There amidst the heavens
For you and me will never know
If we will live there
Forever
later.

I will be knocking at the door
And a fairy will arrive
With silver spade
And a sparkling white
Shining streaks of hair
An adorning crown
A pair of hands
Arms outstretched
Till the hinges of either door
There she stands
At the door of the house
Which has become home
Once was castle.

I dissolve in her silveriness
And become her
Holding the silver spade
With the power
To provide a wish at will
I walk past the magnificent hall
Which rings of piano
I breathe only oxygen
I hear the soprano
It’s magical

I will search for you
Your breath
Your locket of humanness

I could feel it
And I will settle before I cast the wish
Of finding you
There I will stand in the castle
Knowing you are there
Always.

I don't have to find you
You just are here.

To Y:

From those eyes
that were taught what it is
to look at the world
in a gravel of sand

and those that learnt
by themselves
to live in a world
inside a water bubble

to know where to slide
and feel pain
when it breaks

to know where it rose
and feel joy
for creating it

to know when it burst
into your own eyes
and closely burnt

to know when it caust
the same bubbled joy
in your hole-d holy self

to know how it dissolved
the gravel of sand

to learn how it is,
is not taught
nor shown
not brought
in and blown
for you

its just the freedom

to look,
feel the bubble
around and on

it rolls on
revolves
rotates
shines
declines
breathes
above- stops

to step
beneath your toes,
the bubble

as fragile
and as labile

as fearsome
and as courageous

as human
and as animose

as gruesome
and as gorgeous

as foe-man
and as virtuous

you know what
i was taught

you can not know
what i learnt

n it remains mine
my own reality
n realitY
n real-it-y.

To K:

its a solitude
one always dares to seek
a courage
that is so unfaithful and lacking
a belief
that is so difficult from shaking
a trust
that is too big to itself being
a cliche
that so hides oneself behind
a face
that is hard enough to show
a phase
that had and will have its trow

a trek
to the invisible land of justice
an honesty
that is earth-shattering but true
a brevity
that is so dishonestly human
a fear
i possess of all i know
a thunder
i have always wondered about
a fight
that i will never say a no to

a prize
that costs life itself
the price
given if you buy it with more than your own life
a curse
to think of the goodness around
a fret
to allow badness into you

then threat
of making it all good
of sadness
its even otherwise

i don't care if i do the latter
more often
i won't become fatter
or thinner if i did the former
though i know
the ocean still kisses
the pair of feet
yours and mine
separately

if you are thin fat ugly beautiful
if you are a thing mat simply wonderful
if you are through with love
or hate
or don't know to differentiate both

its you at the end of the day
standing and watching the bay
of bengal,
world works well
loneliness has a meaning there.

To A(lights):

You are my poem
-less
person.

Where there was

2008-09-26T02:48:00.000-07:00

Where there was blood,
there was life and
where there was life,
there was love.

Where there is blood,
there is no vein.
Bloodstained roads,
dustbins, dead skin.

Where there are veins,
no nerves.
No nerve left
to fight.

Where there is nerve
there is no heartbeat.
Slipped out of heart
just a beat ago.

Where there is heartbeat,
there is no more heart,
but cut pieces of flesh
and shattered bone.

Born Iyer - Flesh Instinct

2008-04-07T23:19:00.000-07:00

I want your flesh
to eat, to bite
to suck, to drink;
I want to sip
at the soup
of your thigh,
suck at the end of your bones
from your fingers and toes;
I want to pierce the muscles
under your nose with mine and
eat them -
I don't care if it'd hurt you.
I wonder what's beneath
those dark nipples
which make me want
them between my teeth;
I want to grind your lips
with my molars;

I wish I could taste your chalice
in my gastrointestinal tract
and digest it when I suck you
and still possibly
leave you behind intact.
I wish I could eat you with my blade;
I wish I could chop you
and blend you when I hug you
and sip you down through my straw;
I'd like it when you come
with some taste of honey,
metal and tomato -
blood couldn't be a better sauce.
I groan to smell you
through the hair under your armpit,
uncooked.
I would substitute your nails,
for my protein deficiency.

I see no point in avoiding
fish, chicken or crab.
They are made of flesh,
bones and muscles,
and a heart throb like you.

Just that the terms are different -
'orgasmic' delight and
'gastronomic' delight.

I am born iyer
because of flesh instinct,
I am iyer-born with
psychological stains for
having flesh instincts;

I have accumulated enough sins
for desiring flesh
and for my incessant passion
to perpetuate it.
I will have infinite lives,
simply because
I will sin everytime.

After winter

2008-03-02T10:52:00.000-08:00

Missing the mist of winter
Kissing the lips of dawn and dusk
there rises spring
in Chennai's golden sun
with shrunken eyes
and heated dust;

We will create more holes
in ozone
with conditioner of air
till hair,
winter or summer
the sun dies and resurrects.

It's the lonely soul
inspired by every season
when dumped in
crunchy emotions.

Blow me away soon

2008-02-14T00:03:00.000-08:00

My firing lights of enthusiasm

are crumpled into nanoparticles.

The tireless night spears across it

and converts it to exasperation.

I know it''s time to blow

the candle, Myself;

but I like flickering to

the wind, Truth;

it's no merriment,

every twist aches.

The wind is merciless;

every wiggle of my toe or

the nod of my head

is elightened with excruciation.

It is only you who can blow me away

to lit me up.

Blow me away soon.

I can't wait for your breath.

Candle conversation

2008-02-09T00:16:00.000-08:00

Wax:
I could stand alone
it is because you need me
for your erection.

Thread:
When I burn through you
and you melt down into drops,
orgasmic de-'light'.

Muse

2008-01-12T00:52:00.000-08:00

Soon I shall remember my pain and good will

though coexistent might allow me to be pretentiously supreme

in all my endeavours of niceties

though incoherent all my voice and words will be heard only by the deaf,

written by my pen only to be seen by the blind,

and my sacrifices can be spoken well only by the dumb.

Silence and poetry are married in the garden of light,

darkness holding a live-n relationship of noise and words

- words that are belied of making my poems.

Jugal attempted a spin-off:

memories of pain

are but poetry

coexistent

goodwill

is but the meter

only rhythm

coherent

to the deaf

is rhythm enough

for a poem

only images visible

to the blind

are metaphors

in a poem

poetry is yet

another chaotic incarnation

of silence.

darkness is yet

another

poem written

when light tries to sing.

Cheating

2008-01-06T23:49:00.000-08:00

I want to cheat myself
that I am waiting for the dawn.

I want to cheat myself
with truths that always rise.

I want to cheat myself
that I am married to hope.

I want to cheat myself
that I can create poetry
out of any situation.

I want to cheat myself
that I ain't thinking of
Freud this very moment.

I want to cheat myself
that I never want to know
how it feels like to be in love.

I want to cheat myself
that I am not
the only master of my life.

I want to cheat myself
that it could be possible
to hate myself.

I want to cheat myself now,
that sleep lingers in my eyelashes
just because I wanted it to.

Love, Smell and Smoke

2008-01-01T20:55:00.000-08:00

I smell the smoke of love
Smoke of burning separation pangs
Love of the worst basilisk fangs.

I love to smoke your smell
Smoke of snow and burns of cold
Smell of all-night poems you told.

I smoke the smell of love
Smell of jasmine around your leg
Love of flesh beneath your neck.

I smell the love of your smoke
Love to wear you between my breath
To smoke you till my death.

I love the smell of smoke
Only if I choke full of your love.

Addicted to unhappiness

2007-12-25T19:47:00.000-08:00

Addicted to unhappiness
Longing for depression
Only my unconscious witnesses
My denial, desiring an impression
That I'm seeking good only
And I'm not hateful or lonely

I've taught myself enough
My mind weeds just grow
Peace is too jarring
Give me chaos.

P.S: The title and the first line of the poem was inspired by this book called "Addicted to Unhappiness", by Martha Heineman Pieper and William. J.Pieper. I found the phrase really powerful, though the book has hardly anything in connection to my poem.

Pest (It IS a poem!)

2007-10-18T08:45:00.000-07:00

This was a result(s) of the experiment that I did in the past two days( with E.coli) following which, this afternoon I got an information from my friend about distorted loyalty between friends. So, here goes to all those microbes and to the people I love. I mean it. love.

P.S: 2069 and 1755 are name of the E.coli strains (organisms) which could be as incomprehensible for a biologist as for an economist. They are like your and my names in numbers. And, cephies are short form of cephalosporins (a kind of microbe-killing drug) in my poem. + associate 'plasmids' to characteristics. (of microbes/human is your choice - purely)

Dedicated to all the pests and thoughts. :)

Infections on all directions
My friends have not developed
their corresponding resistant
genes
'sry' for surya or
'pja' for pooja
They cannot develop genes
like those.
They do not know how to.

Today 2069 was so weak.
Ignorant of how smartly
it could,
Yes, it could like 1755
be resistant, at least to
Penicillins.
Slowly, will become
resistant to cephies.
I am sure.

I can see their capability.
Not that I would
be happy when I
hold the plates
and seemingly wonder
with fingers on my chin
'what in the fuckin'
world would I do
with such a smart strain?'

But, I would be
happy for 'her'.
For fighting.
For becoming resistant.

I do not respect those like 2069.
They DO NOT
know to survive.

I empathize with
their weakness
or even their nature
to be susceptible.
But, it disturbs me
if they just
get killed
by me,
by my antimicrobials.

They have a life.

Don't get killed
for you have a life, mate.

For those of you who do,
you have my sympathy,
you have my love
but you have none
whatsoever of my
respect.

I grew around like that.
Happily.
With some struggle also.
I resisted,
and it was I, who acquired and developed
resistant genes
into my genome.
I have all the respect for myself.

People who acquire
plasmids from
pests who are not
friends of you,
me neither,
no more deserve
my respect, more so
my love and sympathy.

Forgive me, you strains
I have my choices
to make in life.

Love,
D

When she writes...

2007-09-10T06:49:00.000-07:00

Signs of beauty
In hair and earrings
I forget completely
The power of hearing

When the beauty is talking
My mind, I find is walking
Between the one and a half metres
A distance between
My pen and
Her chalk

A chalk speaking
The chemistry of the world
A pen researching
The chemistry between words

I generally hear music
When she speaks
Now words are spit
and absorbed by my otocapacity
selectively;
I am already disgusted
Of whatever is spit
Be it saliva
Or words, Both
are from the mouth.

I wish I coud spit
it back into her mouth
from mine
Erasing the virtual
floating of words
between our tools of art.

She speaks with
words and chalk of
what she absorbed
through her eyes and ears.

When she speaks through
her eyes and ears
everything that
she wants to tell me
and the world,

Then,
My pen
would kneel in reverence.

I would be a handicap.

No one would call me a writer
anymore.

She writes with her eyes.

You

2007-09-06T03:39:00.000-07:00

Thoughts of you
Memories few
Hands are cold
Want some warmth

Degrees high and
degrees low
Fingers touch
The tip of you

You melt in, melt
Seamlessly
Disappear
Dissolve in air
In front of my eyes
Which knows not
to freeze
Your name or
image
But just your
memory's breeze.

Gentle fluctuations

2007-09-06T03:38:00.000-07:00

Oscillating mind- weather
fluctuations, why -
Breeze only gentle?

Myths of love

2007-09-06T03:29:00.000-07:00

I sleep with this man tonight
Suck his body and mind, and think
Wah.. I love him, Muah.
Icecreams taste yum.

I talk to him, few days back and
he remains the good old shoulders
I wanted - and I think I love him madly.
There was a banyan tree
I used to lean on when I was eight.

I remember being with him and he shared
the liking for silence like I did
on an evening.
Oceans love silence too.

I thought I wanted to dance
and the next moment he held my hands
to the dance floor, and I think
he's made for me.
Winds never failed.

I wanted chicken curry
and he wanted palak.
I think,
'Man, I love this difference.
I love him for his difference in choices.
Spicy life, would be' - the skies almost
always acted differently
when I wanted rain or sun.

I dont know why.
Or may be they are just
made this way.

Only with him around
I feel love is existent.

Only with him around
everything seems anew.

Vacuum(Edited after performance @ pif)

2007-09-06T03:18:00.000-07:00

She is emptiness
with breath.

You move opposite her and
stand there
with your skin teased
with her breath
and then
those tiger moments
she pounces on you,
threatens to eat you,
wounds you,
bloodies you,
scratches your skin and
mercilessly tears
every muscle and tissue
of yours,
when you do not know her.

She is wounding you with pleas.
Pleas that speak of how much
she has longed for your presence;
how much she had swallowed
her painful realization
that she has no one but you;
her solid stature melts
in the oven of your indifference

She is incapable of suicide
hurts herself
wanting you to listen
to her death cries at least.

But you keep avoiding her
looking at her claws.

Her claws are blunt with love

If you know her
her breath could tickle you
her presence would endear you
she could play with you
she could also help you
when you desperately need it.

She occupies you
and your moments
because
it's all her inside,
it's all her outside.

World.
Greenery.
Buildings.
Work.
Roads.
Walls.
Home.

She's in you,
all days and nights.

She's not new
to occupy you.

But,
do you know her?

Fear

2007-09-06T03:14:00.000-07:00

Churns your stomach
Like you have had
The deadliest of organism's toxin.
Flattens your soul
Like you will have
No more sleep.
Pricks every inch of your body
Like you have no existence
Beyond the curse of excruciation.
But, a moment.
A moment of deep breath
cleansing every centimeter
of your mind, fingers and toes,
every muscle and spine
enswirling your neck.
The release from the
imprisonment
if you will.

Try hard

2007-09-06T03:06:00.000-07:00

I wish I could extract
a part of me
and be
seated in the two seats
before where I am sitting in the
MTC bus
just because it is empty.
I wish, at this same moment
I had landed in the moon
And was searching for
a trace of life.
I wish I held a stethoscope
and pretended like God.
I wish I'd always hold a book
in my hand
and be the guru of life.
I wish I'd become the master of metro's traffic
by just holding the stearing.
I wish I'd be known
as a good soul
for buying eco-friendly notebooks
throughout my life
till I silence
my conscience
buried deep beneath
my good soul -
all those flats
(built after chopping a few trees)
I bargained to buy.
I wish I had the courage to regret
having wanted so much.
God has made me
such a small soul.

Lazy saturday morning

2007-09-06T03:02:00.000-07:00

Lazy saturday morning
Climate beckons to stay
Inside the blanket.
Like it's stored all its warmth
Hugging its own chillness
right there.
But,
it being a saturday
Legs receive the unwanted information
to move..
I wish I'd never known locomotion.
Every lazy cell in the body
childishly long to sleep.
Those unlocated cells alone
Always know reason.

Inhabitants

2007-09-06T02:56:00.000-07:00

The inhabitants of the dark territories
Dark angels of blood,
Parasites of head,
Eat away your skin and blood
Like it's all made for them.
And I hear wise men talking,
"do not compromise on yourself-
you're all that you've got!"
What a lame way of denying
the existence of leeches.
They are everywhere.
The blood-sucking insects.
If not your head, they suck blood
off your toes, through your socks.
They bite you. Scratch you.
Inhabit you, like it's their birth right
to be there in your body.
It's in you to fight or not fight.
They're all who's responsible
for your illhealth.
You can let them suck you and live
if you want to,
or remove them off your skin
and please die.

Fruit loss

2007-09-06T02:51:00.000-07:00

A strife with time
A struggle with influx of people
A dreadful desire to occupy the world
and become God.
An enraging realisation of the inabilities
I possess.
A lonesome crow
I see through the window,
Sits in the branch,
Has its bitter neem fruit
With no fuss,
No struggle,
No sign of fear - of losing the fruit.
A curse only on my sixth sense.
The ability to see God and
lose Him at the same time.

Quest

2006-08-04T04:50:00.000-07:00

Sometimes you might tend to forget
Why you are here or what you beget
Can you believe the world relishes
More beauty than it would by your wishes

The dreams come true are not poetic
Till sometime we are detached
The desires materialize, very erratic
When you're no more attached

Can this life be clearer and clearer
To me and to everyone, if not forever
The effort to seek the meaning
Of life never cease its living

For you, for me, but the brilliance
Is kept fathomed with unswerving radiance
You know you can not decipher
The internal bliss nor penetrate

Nor can I offer to or prefer
To penetrate the life's core and rate
The game theory of life, not
Principles, yours, mine and what not

A drop of frustration occupies me...
When I find a person here who always
Finds me important and lives me
More than my frustration flies!

A vague realization only descends
That my life is only to fathom
Penetrate, Dig, Shovel and not pretend
Anything that sprawls at random

I know I cannot complete
This responsibility that is given
I only know I can compete
With those who are already driven

To search the meaning of life
And I hold their hands to join
The journey for the search into life
I feel am impulse in my groin

I walk the roads into the hapless woods
I tread those hard-stoned deserts
I cherish my journey or call it quest
I'll watch myself till I'm dead

I know I've taken a Herculean task
By having born, why would you ask
Me to give up, I know I'd never stop
My quest into life, I'll never drop!

I'm glad I join those who are already there
They can probably show me where and how far!

THE PAIN IS THINE

2006-08-04T04:39:00.000-07:00

I sought to climb the sky
To steal a bundle of stars
Stretching heavily with strain...

I blew my wishes in wind
Thru breeze's deaf ears
Oh, my voice was slain...

I searched the distant nights
To gift its unique darkness
Oh, but all in vain...

I prayed the darkened clouds
To let stay for several years
The fragrance of rain...

I watched them sinking in
Brimming with soft tears
Not letting my prayer drain...

I murmured a powerful thought
Of casting the fragrance pierce
Thy every vein... Oh, but all in vain...

I can give you nothing
That which is not mine...

Gripping one me could I feel
A dreary tinge of pain...
Streaking on my unseen soul
The driving pain of pain...

I’m drenched by its deadly cry,
Bending down all, so fierce,
Oh, I grow insane...

I can give you nothing
Which is even mine…

I realize that the pain
Could only be thine...
Oh, I realize, only the pain
Could be thine.

I can give you one thing
Which is mine...
This dry, desertified pain.

I know why it was told
That love and pain
Are seamlessly inane.

Insane again!
Love you even in pain. :)

Dheepikaa

Sometimes...don't we?

2006-08-04T04:15:00.000-07:00

Sometimes we happen to lack faith in life,
And convince ourselves, ‘it’s an ignoble strife'

Sometimes, we weep, scream and cry
And feel foolish after ours tears dry

Sometimes, we think only we are right
But only leave our flaws downright

Sometimes we believe we can, we will
But having gone through lose our will

Sometimes we regret doing that or this
Another way rejoice not having missed

Sometimes we try to put in our best
And forget to remember we cannot rest

Sometimes we are angry, furious and sad
Later infer life's not so bad

Sometimes we shout, laugh and scream
Having devoured all of life's cream

Sometimes to someone we fail to convey our love
But sooner or later do we do it anyhow

Sometimes we often even fail to love
Not only people but the moment- "NOW"

Sometimes we intend to forget the past
But, there strongly lies the memories it cast

Sometimes we feel bad and sometimes good
Sometimes it depends solely on our moods

Sometimes we smile and sometimes frown
And the reasons remain always unknown

Sometimes the world means so much to us
And some other time it cares a damn for us

Sometimes we feel hesitant to express
Mistaking expressing may depress

Sometimes we miss our own selves
Wishing something positive happens

Sometimes we curse ourselves for being coward
But see ourselves later boldly step forward

Sometimes we sit to think why we are born
And may desperately end up we are forlorn

Sometimes we reach in, if we make sense
And wonder then, why we should, hence...

Sometimes at last we start realizing that
We should live this life, no matter what

Sometimes we may believe we lived a life
That certainly is not an ignoble strife

Having realized we are urged to relish
The intricacies of life, the beauty we cherish

Sometimes we'll find our life's not bland
And desire to finger our memories on the beach sand

Sometimes our eyes may remain constantly closed
Only then others know we have dozed
To death and there exists no longer "sometimes"
For this life or beyond its ignoble strife

Sometimes we may wake up and sometimes not
But hope is in our hands, believe it or not!

Miss you like a fool

2006-07-27T11:05:00.000-07:00

I watch the day's afterglow
With cheer or pain - could not find
I watch the paints in different hues
I catch the love of the eve

I know I can’t miss the eve
I know but it goes beyond
The reach of my anxious hands

I know I can't catch the hue
That set the glow of the day
I know I can't kiss the thread
That starts the day for the moon

I know I can't shake the sky
To satiate my desire to extend time
When the hue would try to reassemble
By the time, I would live another eve.

When you break the slender ties
From my virtual body and yours
I saw the sun was watching us
And chose to withdraw down as soon

I can't digest the fact you leave
Me and leave forever or what?
My brain knows that these are days
The morn's when the shine would come
Again I'd see the afterglow

Does not give me sufficient hope
'Coz I know you rise today
And rise tomorrow, glow as much
To give the pleasance of afterglow

Today I know you've risen
Not here, though but somewhere else

Shining for somebody else and on
Somebody else who I'd never know
Who I'd never want to know

Am I being less than human
To ask you shine on my side?

And stop my tears to reach you set
To the other side of the world
I know you’ve gone as far
Far as much I'd never know
And far as much I'd never claim
You to come back to me again

I can't really write the pain
Of missing you today here

My tears perhaps are less intense
To let you know its essence

I fail to find words to say
How I hate your setting off
You seem to leave me in the dark
Groping for the afterglow
The glow that would never come
Again as you stole it away

You've rolled your glow like a mat
To fix it in your armpit
And walk along without tears
To open the mat somewhere else?

Why do ya have to leave me
In this pitch dark like the sun
Hath no courtesy on a blind woman?

If you'll have a chance to roll
Your mat again on the other side
Never try to open it again
I can’t watch a soul in pain again

I can’t stop you or ask you not to go
Even if I did, you'd have to go

And there's reality that sometimes
Moulds the clay of day and night
To what perhaps we don't want
And it's moulded to this day
With more firmness and no daunt
That I can't really think even
To mould it to a better shape

May be I'll not love it if it was
No rigid and no firm

I fail to find the idea
Of having to part or having to meet
Someone who I'd never known
And, someone who I'd known by now

Not to part the one you know
Is the way you want your life to be
Need to meet the one you don't
Is the way life's destined to be

When you'll want to part, you won't
And you would, when you don't

Hard it is to think of the roads
We walked along holding our hands
Pain it is to think the nights
Those ended only with our hugs
When our lives where more over-ruled
By no words and no strokes
I didn't know that was all
One needed to be the best friend
We spoke our words in a better world
Ripe and rich of love soaks

You know what you've always been
To me and there's no word so deep
In the language of even the Gods
The pain of missing you
And the pain - what offense?

I know I'm with you in your heart
And soul and would never part

Yet the days that were spent here
The memories the air carries in
Reminds me of 'em for a while
To let me know we're apart miles

And I would sit like a fool
Having forgotten the clay's rule
That you'd come another day
Like the sun shines everyday

I don't lose hope by then - even
When I know you do
Shine everyday somewhere - not
Here towards me though

Belied are not my thought or feel
'Coz I know you better reel

To have you here, to walk along
To pin our ties eons long
My heart still pounds to speak
'Don't go', 'Don't go' for every beat

And I know I am weak
After you go away from this street

I've my eyes fixed upon
To see if you ever come back
My gaze will never cease
Till it catches you on the street

Why did you ever have to go
I ask forgetting the clay's rule
I’ll look if you come, oh!
I'll always remain a fool…

To trace the road for your steps
When I let my tear wet the streets

I would never know if there can
Be a miracle like a day
To see your leg on the step
To look up, see your presence

And I want the miracle happen
Now, Can't wait for your droppin in!

I'll long and keep it long
Forever like a better fool,
Having forgotten the clay’s rule
I know I'll always remain a fool...