Your voice is like many mockingbirds
Chanting enchanting nightingale tunes.

Like the wind you blow off my reasoning,
With the way you softly strike my strings.

Your masterliness affirms it's just your job,
An trophy actor from sartudays night fever.

I know i should flee from this cajoling covin,
Yet makes me see colours, beautiful ones.

Memories so green and crispy,
Now frosts than melts my pain,
Makes grief in my viens motionless,
Fixed in the center of my chest.

Oh how will I walk these quiet waters,
Or smile at it with no reflection of your face,
Who do I drag along when I go down,
Slipping on these slippery slopes.

Dearest one.I wonder deeply,
If your spirit still finds some peace,
Sunk in the woods of our sanctuary,
Dark with only Sunrays smiling in.

Down here is where you should rest,
Lifeless but forever young in its magic,
Smiless but forever warm in my heart,
Timless it would seem watching you float.

We shared Rossy mint Champagnes,
Over billions of cherry laughters,
But these tears rolling i do alone,
And which may pour out for a life tim

My Rayless Days 

  

Who can mend this grieving heart,
Who can quench the glaring flames,
Rising up your lungs to your eyes,
Blocking way for air to flow?

Who can see this bleeding heart,
That hurts from brain to toe,
Dripping drops weighing with pain,
From million unanswered questions,

Who can brighten these dark days,
With smiles I so so long to see,
With warm gazes I long my way,
To bring me back to sanity,

The voice replays over and over,
The laughs appears and fade,
The memories shake and break,
Its an empty world without you.

From break to night,twenty four seven,
Lay rumbling tummy's by slumping gutters,
Faces pale like without breath for ages,
Targets of hunger,cold and epidemics.
No one seem to see,no one seem to care.


Chokes my heart to hear weak cries,
"Please give me something,give me anything"
"Hold my hand, oh hear my song"
Griping us to their desperate chests,
With icy finger from lonely grounds.

My chest laments to such doleful pleas,
From weary old and lanky young lives,
Clasping at hooves strolling their lanes,
Gratified with what ever flung at them.
Feasting with deep joy in tired garments.

Miserably they lay,basking on sidewalks,
Hiding beneath silent bridges for warmth,
Limping, crawling from spot to spot,
Jammed or bashed crossing to beg
Who cares where to,if they disappeared?

At us,they see their kings and queens,
Having nothing that matters to us,
Scanning here to there for our love,
But our hearts had long long been stiff.
Still like steel walls deep down our  marrows.

With no buddies,no family,no us,
A smile can warm their hearts a lifetime.
Who cares enough to notice the penniless?
Who cares how so ripens they became?
Alone I can talk,alone I cannot change.