Should I have left at 8’ ?
When those two words set my fence!
When my steps crossed the gate,
But could not let me vent…

A word away and you were near,
Beyond the alley, along the riverline.
Blinded by the pixels, I caught the fear,
You kept the call and yearned for mine.

The old strolled road and the street lights,
The place I knew, “Alas!” I cut the line.
Pulled two strings, I knew your temper.
For both were faint, but held by laughter…

In thoughts I left, with no smoke but chalice,
That my universe worked upon collision.
Back to black was where I'd be created,
But you saw beyond my painted illusion…

“Should I have left for 8?”,
With you along to rather be,
I'd blame the cold to deem it late,
When I could feel your breeze…

A west side story in my eyes,
A four lined play is all aligned.
The bedside window with your seal,
I laid my sheets with inks of green.

“Small talks” and “calls away” in cords,
Minutes to silence and I sway.
To my delusion minted in laughs,
We grew red tinted in a day.

Inklings that I cease to know,
I fight or fly and learn to forget.
Fall and stumped to see my brakes,
Where we collided like we met…

In echoed words at sea driven by car,
Beyond the time we wasted.
Seek to run away yet not far,
I knew our worlds shifted…

No poetry in letters without your words,
Where I had my arms in your initials.
The stars I knew lighted our worlds,
Could it be a memoir, like I knew before?

A west side story in vain,
Where you kept the call tabled in one word.
When you pictured the light in the rain,
I should've stepped one foot as if unheard…

A west side story, no coincidence,
The sun can't always shine in the screen,
Not like the movies in all sense,
You grace the warmth like it's ever been.

The mist without sunshine; we're here,
on wheels with two smiles.
Nineteen to where we matched,
to the strings attached in miles.

To see you like clear skies,
all ears with each uttered word,
within each glimpse of the eyes.
I seek warmth to echoes I heard.

The energy I could see,
if to name it yours;
you kept it crystal clear and free,
where we'll open all uncharted doors.

My stars will hold your moon,
and align you with me.
A scarlet tint; a living boon,
we'll cross paths at three.

If I can say “You smile”,
all my thoughts fathom in awe.
To no misery of baggages i pile,
they leave my chest ashore.

Small talk with music in chords,
minutes to silence and I'd sway.
To my delusion minted in your laughs,
we grew red tinted in a day.

Symphony tickled his hair,
                   where he reckoned her perfume stayed.
The thoughts he had in a daydream,
                   are lost where she laid.

With her beat that skipped his heart,
                   she tied the strings he had in line,
The sweet 'Eurekas' perched like sharp darts,
                   she knitted his time and trapped his mind.

Her hemp stitched to his fine lace,
                   she pulled the thread on his hand.
Soft tucked linen of her rose and haze,
                   he was resting in her abode of sand.

His ears to her lullabies, rings in her reminisce,
                   to sing with warmth as they duel.
Her solo piano played the one he missed,
                   her voice echoed for his jewel.

Not rarely, he sat by her shores hence forth,
                  to witness her shades of scarlet,
His hand choked the gin in her ode,
                  and raised the nine clouds to his head.

In silent white garlands and prayers,
                 She whispered his spirit as her's walked back.
He knew her bliss to caress his twin three years,
                 when they inked her back to black.

Cashmere curtains and drawing rooms,
Red pavements and fast cars,
You knew better and saw maroon,
To flip my page back to scars.

You're my sweater in winter;
In June I'd wear you too.
In your fabric to simmer,
like a makeshift bed ado.

You are the gin, I call vice,
the word I never knew.
You are the storyline, the advice,
They play in the news.

Covered my watch and sane,
I knew my time, my hours;
Laid on the sofa across the pane,
Just to let the open shower.

How to ignore bright eyes?
If you're the slit of ray indoors.
How to write for you?
If my ink is edged in yours,

You wrote me these words,
In my time left with you.
My dawn sets with the birds,
And I sigh as it struck TWO!

You wrote my context with no side quest,
when you let me sing your tone.
Beneath my skin-coloured lined chest,
you close my eyes to seek us alone.

I felt content for one reason:
to smile along my way in the rain.
You grace warmth in the off-season,
to line your joy with my pain.

You let the cold brush pass
as we're led down the alleys and paths.
In your whites and my faded cast,
within each step, I could sense your heart.

You utter a word to hear my line,
when in distance, you were close.
I would rest my eyes to see you in mine;
if blindfolded, I knew you the most.

Drawn was I to those eyes,
to see through your light.
When your loo blew ashore,
it capsized me inside.

Down beneath the willows,
where you'll lay your beauty,
Where I'm yours, in the green,
to breathe your calm breeze.

Daylight shines in your face,
as the hair cascades through.
Over the hills and far away,
you're painting me with you.

You're leading this bloke to life,
where I could drown in glee.
I feel you calming the soul,
my divine aura as I seek thee.

Rippled a thousand times,
to know you're still there.
The heavens will keep my spirit,
beside your grave to share.

They say I'll hum new chorus,
if you drown me in your dime.
To think I'm a fool, for I've
found my heart up this time.

In deepest waters, you found me,
made me into something new.
Your rhythm keeps me in time,
to know that I'll carry on for you.

I'll pen this reverie,
as I yearn for your sight.
Your the ritual I need,
as I'm drawn to your light.

I've left footsteps past these trials where the grass lay green,
To journey the way where the soul seeks solitude.
What lies ahead of the brambles, is a thought of a few.
Barefoot as I step on soft ground,
The earth leads the ankles to the rhythm of the sound.
I skip a heartbeat for how I never thought what grew in me.
The silence that high and low yearns, is where I'm holding on easily.
Fear in itself I've encountered, leads to where the mind fathoms hastingly.
Somewhere down the line,
I've witnessed the skeptic aura where many have succumbed out of breath.
But the music that gathers the thoughts, held me from being wreathed.
These winds have whispered long enough the futurity that's unknown.
These skies have all the more given space to escape the frown.
This daydreamer has a mind of his own.
It leads him to wonder,
It leads him to remedy.
It leads him to fade into his memory.

Gravity might as well force one down,
And take one's energy,
As the eyes open to witness the spinning reality.
The mist dims the light to keep me lost in this line.
I look for comfort in an unclear sharp edge,
That's where I knew I'm pulled down from cloud nine.
Into oblivion now I'm left behind.
The world  loves oxygen robots,
The shimmer of gold yet the bulk of rust.
The doctrine of work is the call
For what nobody knows, it is rewarded with pall.
The castles you've conquered, the beasts you've slayed,
None to be remembered but only the hate.
Strong enough as I stand,
Yet it takes one word to cut the strand.
The reveries of black and white are shoved into words of light.
The graveyard is spared of wreaths, once again I survived the fight.
But this daydreamer has stories of his own,
It leads him to journey into the blue.
It brought him back to square one or two.
It led him to ashes, to dust.
But it'll lead him to a purpose.

"These chills are real! ", you said,
As we drifted through the wind.
The lights that haloed over your head,
Is something rare, something different.

The skies lit up the way,
Through the pavements that lay.
You cascade into the lights,
As we strolled through those October nights.

" The nights are long! " , you sighed.
We'd run to the hills and hide.
Why do I let this go on?
The moon, the stars, we have till dawn.

The air feels soothing tonight,
And there's you by my side.
I can hear the cars, see the red lights,
As we streaked out of the crowd.

That happened one October night,
To what joy in a secret of two will bring us much light.
I still feel the chills as the winds kiss the cheeks,
In these late night walks of two along the streets.

Imagine the songs playing in the head,
Where oblivion leads to some uncertainty.
Reminisce the laughter we ushered instead,
That's where you'll find us circling insanity.

If I were to wither in death, peculiarly as your symphony…
Caressing your sweet songs.
Oh! How to know that I'll yearn for your seed of heart amongst the bitter milkweed…
To be wreathed, after the thorns I've been crowned while I breathe.
To be six feet under earth, uttering words in deep slumber.
To hear the bells ring beside my stone as I dive in eigengrau?
For in spirit yet I indulged to journey your trail…
With backgrounded hymns high and low in unison, "Ashes to ashes, dusted he be with earth"…
You laid me to rest in peace with your mourns and lowered heads.
You sing me carols of the loved Or so will i know you'll sing me the  "Arms of the angel" .
Bare me palms of three stroked soil thrown with last biddings of sorrow and grief.
If only the mind knew where my life went?
Let alone be embezzled of greater revelations between my dimensions.
With pure warmth, to no sprouts of bitter in your heart.
You'll see the slab written R. I. P
Bereaved with your flowers of hue,
Laying down as every step leaves the hill in a spree.
Will your heart still skip me a beat?
Or might you as well bury the sheets?
For it's known, to long for the gone…
And take granted of the bond…
As I speak of a reverie, far from reality,
I painted my pictures blue,
To know this is far-fetched…
To know it is due.

Kept out of sight,
And stroked with inks of blue,
I pen in black and white,
And journey my way into you.
Through summer nights,
Back in time of the cusp of signs,
I see you through the slits of light,
As deep down you burned too bright.
I wonder if every facade,
You'd bury in your shade!
I'm bewildered if every heart,
You'd broken to exist in hate!
For as I caressed you on green pastures,
I reciprocate your aura with the soul I laid.
What I could never see within,
You were the one healing.
I'd drive you past your mind maze,
And deflect the waves arising,
Nor did I care to trace.
Or was I realizing?
For if I gave warmth to settle,
I could brush up the haze.
Saw you climbed the beanstalk,
As I fall from cloud nine.
Made you reached the end of time,
And landed on the first line.
I wonder what every facade,
You'll hide within the shade!
Cause deep slumber intertwined with pain,
Is the catastrophe that struck you in vain!

He strolled, two steps back from the crowd;
To breathe, skip a heartbeat aloud.
His heart sighs! He clears the devil's abode.
Evermore suppress the core,
To shove beneath the sheets.
He still grows in void.
He still trembles his feet.
What shapes this bloke's heart?
What tests his deceptive mind?
He proclaims to none,
His trials, the tribulations.
He whispers to none,
Beyond smiles the deep atrocity.
In ghost towns for he reveres solitude,
Into deep valleys to trod through multitudes.
He worships the axe, he deems the pen.
Sober in chalice; he smoked in ashes!
The rough disposition but gentle ticker,
The pride he plummets but gradually emanates,
Where he's tested by divinity.
This bloke soul scratched it all…
He divulges to no soul his toil!
Smittenly shaped by paramour, his intensity…

" In the outskirts of town,
Far down the rainy South,
Lies beautiful lush grounds;
A place where hills open mouths.
They sing their pleasant hymns
And nature walks as though it had limbs.
It's where 'green' and 'white' nests,
Where the Red ***** Eye swayed in it's plight,
Where deep gorges bewilders one's sight,
Where lost souls meet and life comes to greet,
Where time leaves one at bay,
For mother earth to cater all day. "

" The deep valleys, the rustling leaves,
The sweet scent of the wind,
The carefree netizens,
The glistening sunrise and gladdening sundown,
The immaculate beauty that revives a beholder."

" I still hear the voices and sounds
And sleep draws me into it's aura.
How I wish to walk the lush grounds,
To hear the pleasant hymns,
To see the hills' mouth
And walk with nature as if it had limbs!
I will journey to ye with no doubt,
My tireless heart longs for the rainy South."

" The canopy filled with green sour berries,
As we plucked them fresh in our ferries.
The rocks I once sat to witness thy sight,
They haven't changed but in height. "

" I reckoned we encountered a downpour of joy,
As we slipped into potholes and puddles,
Shrieking our laughs and cries of fuzzle.
Those memoirs have not turned gray,
For I still have them in gold, those lushful old days!"

" Once in a while I recapture these.
My spirit will refresh in the morning breeze.
Yearning solitude and bliss,
As I sit down and reminisce.
But the doctrine of work still call
And anxiety lures me to the pall. "

" As I walk past these apartments,
Nothing creeps, but a smile on me;
Knowing that the memoirs won't fade
And my thunderstorms could one day
Calm to clear the sea. "

" The deep valleys, the rustling leaves,
The immaculate beauty with no grief;
All are fresh in my head. "

" I yearn the call of the wind,
To see, touch, feel and hear
The Rainy South whispering it's aura in my ear."

"I'll sleep beneath the shade,
I'll rest my head; lay in the glade.
Rest my soul! Let the mind as well
Let it journey the blue to seek and tell.

I seek peace, no touch of eternal bliss.
With you laying as sleeping death, it reveres the spirit.
I'll open the mind,
And teach the heart to grief yet not dwine.

They say you've tried so hard,
You're there but you'll never reach the heart.
It has a void so delicate to touch.
Not many know the misery as the miserly so much.

Innocent as I was before,
Now I know what that meant much more.
I've learnt to be cautious so much that I let go.
It haunts me but keeps me grounded to my core."

So let me sleep in your aura for it revives me.
I've felt the grass long enough to know how time slips and gets me.
For into you I see a reflection,
And an ecstasy of a clear vision. "

"We'll ride upto the hills,
Pass the countryside and mills.
I'll walk with you,
To see the dusk, feel the loo. "

"Cozy as you'll wrap to me,
Warm enough, we'll feel the breeze.
In green meadows..
I'll rest in your shadow.. "

"Into the sun's rays as we see glee,
With you I feel almost complete.
Snugged beneath my chest,
It's where you love best. "

"The beauty in your eyes,
The heart where love lies.
Slowly as your hair cascade,
And you pull mine, as we lie in the shade. "

"I don't reckon, I'll call this!
Beyond my ally, I see bliss.
Don't want much less, nor much more,
For I've found you and love's galore."

" Remember, I kept it on hold;
   Wrote few leaves, so did I fold.
  Let my heart out, to let it back.
  I'll ride the brain, with thoughts intact. "

" The ink imprints the hand,
   As I ride my mystic horse of the land.
  Lush minds aside let alone imagination,
  The abyssal wonderland is up for introspection. "

" Barren was it once and once white,
  Not high and low's delight.
  Not even a year with rain,
  Nor a year with light. "

" I agreed one day to reap,
  All the riches, lush and loots.
  Oh! Did I venture! Oh! How I ride!
  The mystic horse was by my side. "

" Bare as it was once,
  It bloomed in radiance.
  What was once a boredom,
   Became all's plight. "

" A year without rain,
  Yet it shone it's light.
  I remembered that day,
  The plough, the riches, the thoughts and all the loots. "

" The mystic horse galloped as we raced away,
   To reach the stars that lay beneath.
  I read some that touch my feet,
  To wish some that fall . "

" But little did I know it was to end,
  I grabbed my horse to journey the den.
  I painted the aura, painted the vision.
  But did I painted 'the current' ? "

There laid a lost soul, a troubled mind, a tired heart,
I reckoned there was a bed, so was there the tired..
Beneath laid crooked time and a board dashed with darts...
Peculiar enough as high and low admired.

Here lies that agony, lies that pain…
All in sweet peace, all in perfect illusion.
Where time was dead, and none to gain…
A blissful rhyme, a sweet imagery; or a delusion..

Painted this vision, painted this memory,
In awkward enthrallment, in pure symphony..
Shoved my shades of blue, down the white, as I poured the coke… .
Immersed into the unknown through the brush stroke…

𝘐𝘯 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵,
𝘚𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘴,
𝘚𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴,
𝘐 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵.
𝘈 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴,
𝘔𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺,
𝘈 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥,
𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘭𝘺.

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘫𝘰𝘺,
𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴,
𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘶𝘯 𝘥𝘢𝘻𝘦,
𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘷𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦.

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩,
𝘐𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘷𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘺𝘴, 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘴.
𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘸,
𝘐𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘭'𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘦?
𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘶𝘣𝘵𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴,
𝘒𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘦𝘥𝘨𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘴,
𝘖𝘳 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘯'𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘢𝘥.

𝘈 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯,
𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘓𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘯,
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴,
𝘐𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵, 𝘐  𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯.
𝘠𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐,
𝘛𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘈 𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘺𝘦,
𝘓𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘯𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦,
𝘞𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘥𝘪𝘦.
𝘗𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘗𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦,
𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘸𝘴 𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘴.
𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘴, 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴,
𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘢 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘣 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥.

𝘈𝘣𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘈𝘭𝘭!!
𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘢 𝘒𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘧𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘵?
𝘕𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘦.
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘤𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴,
𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘰𝘹𝘺𝘨𝘦𝘯,
𝘈𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘩 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘴.
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘦𝘥𝘨𝘦,
𝘛𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥; 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘢𝘭𝘴.

𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴?
𝘎𝘰𝘵 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘤𝘺.
𝘈𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘴,
𝘐 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘢.

𝘈 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴,
𝘐 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦,
𝘈 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥,
𝘔𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺,
𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘴 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺… .

𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚛𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚎,
𝙰 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚋𝚒𝚐; 𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚒𝚗 𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚎.
𝚃𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚛, 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚗,
𝚔𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚗.

𝙸 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛,
𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚒𝚗 𝚋𝚘𝚡, 𝚒𝚗 𝚒𝚝, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛.
𝙾𝚕𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎, 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚢.
𝙳𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍, 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚜𝚝.

𝙸 𝚙𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚗,
𝙵𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚜, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚠𝚗.
𝙵𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚝𝚑,
𝙵𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚛,
𝙵𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚔𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛.

𝙰 𝚃𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚝𝚑 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎,
𝚁𝚎𝚏𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚎.
𝙼𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛'𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚗,
𝚁𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚘𝚘𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚔𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚜.

𝙷𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚠𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚘𝚛 𝚔𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚍
𝙸 𝚙𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎!

Took a gasp of breath,
Free a mind in curfew.
Breathe air fresh in my head,
Bring myself up, try to renew.

Hold my core down,
Conscience lets hold of me,
Something bigger than me, I found!
My heart beats joy to glee.

Grown to a giant,
Yet the heart's still young;
Thoughts of all kind,
The mind has strung.

Things grew on me,
Kept all in, lose my energy.
The sky is falling,
The high feels heavy,
As I lie on beds spinning,
I pray down one knee.

Behind closed curtains,
Behind the light,
Lies a place I journey,
Lies all secrets, all things I hide.

Beyond a smile, beyond bliss,
Happiness or the abyss.
Grown through tears and deep I sink.
Rised through ashes in a blink.

The neck hurts,
The brain yet to explode,
In thoughts of all kind, piled into one.
Lost every ounce of me, Am I done?



Into oblivion, into vain
All anxiety, stress and pain.
The mind maze awakes,
Pulled down to the knees, I lie on my face.

Find my way,
Breathe my air, took a gasp of breath,
Count blessings to find remedy,
Calm my mind, hold my conscience,
After all, am I ready?