These paper cuts bleed,
As the ink stains red,
wrinkled parchment ,
Rustling sound, excitement.

Wax seal,ancient and unreal,
Rips open the envelope,
Breathes the words,
Of sadness and grief.

These paper cuts burn,
Tears wash the wounds,
It's the heart that hurts,
Not the bleeding cuts.

Sparrow's twitter
From the dawn of
Hearing the hassle of Myna
This morning
Or the Singing Cuckoo
Of yesterday afternoon

Read the language of their time
When they say it certainly
As the Morning
Evenings
Or mid of the Summer noon

Read their body language
When they are sounding
Beside window
Or playing
In the lake water

Draw my attention
But I don't understand
Completely
Assume
It is a pester
Argue with friends
Or by calling the dear
At this time,
We say that the Spring
Or Say any unspoken Dream
Seeking through the Bridge
That breezing over Heart
And The Soul

You invite
The spring comes
But I do not understand
So what are the
Give your tunes
I sorted the words

Whatever may be the tune
Guess again,
Or partial
But they say
We see
Hear
Their songs
Their mother tongue

They pointed out that
Indicates
Each other
To visit the open sky
Afield
Dance with the wind
It also has to
Entertained
Any pain that may be broken
Their heart
Playing a melancholy tune

Which refers to the words
Of their mother
The words
Of the Nature
Realizes that we
But  never try to feel with the heart

Goodbyes never hurt me
It's always the memories that follow
To live in such a cruel reality
A world so insensitive and shallow

A goodbye is just a moment
But the memories are stuck on replay
To think we deserve such torment
We remember each and every day

A goodbye will not hurt you
But the memories will shatter your being
Break your heart into pieces
Your life may even lose meaning

Goodbyes do not hurt you
They are only the beginning
A life that was once so simple
Turned into a life so unforgiving

In my dream

I saw you

Like a star

Glimmering in the dark night

Shining so bright to amaze me

Came closer and closer

Till i could smell the heaven

Living in your illusion

Become one of the regrets

But it was too late to escape

Sit with me,
on the beach that harbors the ocean of our success.
Listen,
hear how the waves quiet themselves
sacrificing all they are to take in their own
beauty.
Feel now,
how all our surroundings come to a stand still
bending to the will of our
brilliance.
We have done this together,
we took control of the sky,
and stopped the clouds of their cry,
and moved them away just to check
if the sun was still there.
It was, it is,
but if we were hit by the fact that it was gone
we would not concede,
we would mold what we have
into what we need.
We will not bend under the pressure they put on us,
we will use it to refine ourselves into
the diamonds we always were.