A line of thought
reached a different end than anticipated
i guess so you also fought
and then left things upon time and waited

he gazed at the sky
humming a lullaby of archaic times
suddenly there was a manifestation up high
of crescent moon playing holy rhymes
in the moment there was a pause
as if rhythm of time pulled back its claws
he was at last enlightened
to search the meaning of inner peace and crimes

Tough times came with our hands held together
We were cuddling before the whole night
We looked at the sky as if we wanted it to take us
With her hand in my hand I felt that the place was complete
Or offer peace and make the environment harmonious
She looked at me smiling as if she wanted to say something
I kissed on her forehead and started humming
That sound made the moment complete
The idea of death was certain and concrete, in our heads
That momentary was utterly embedded
We slept night after night with our hands threaded
She said don't look at the sky so lovingly or it'll take you away
So I packed my bags and held her hand so we could run away
I wanted her for eternity she was so complete
The idea of making her feel special was discrete
Soon end will come I just wish she is in my hand
I don't wanna go to a barren place which ends with no name of her in the land

My insides have started to fade away      
I fear myself more than your touch    
You promised a land where nobody stays,
Is there no live example of such              
I hold your hand in daylight, you walk away in the night                                          
I catch-up some sad thoughts in the sunset, you don't care much yet                
I understand life isn't easy for me nor for you                                                          
Just a hug that brings love to my barren landed hue                                                
But I don't even allow sympathetic behaviour                                                
With me crying I don't have any saviour, other than you                                        
With my memories shall live on our prayers                                                                  
Everyone should be happy for themselves, care for themselves who thinks of layers, of boundness

he searches for a reason
preaching god day after day
one day he meets a person
who took him away
they both talk about meaning
to what the creator laid
the xylographer of the puzzle
looks at thr zestful people play
with creation he shortens their hustle
to adorn the semblance of the solution they lay …

I’ve been looking for good in evil
a heart with an uncertain will
often do i talk with the landscape
on how to confront my inner devil
I’ve been looking for good in evil
finding an end to question of dreams
as a cure for aeonian screams
afraid of being in peril
I’ve been looking for good in evil
escaping from my trenches
how long have been servile
to all of my dark senses

At times when there’s silence
and the abyss gazes into you again and again
spreading chaos in coherence
do you still then look for the rain
At times when there’s silence
and you need a text
that can lighten the weight of offence
from whom heart still expects
At times when there’s silence
have you looked for the voice
one that’s wisdom as guidance
to clear abhorrence and noise
At times when there’s silence
and you cry tears of intolerance
do you still think word of god makes sense