You were a flower bud
I was a caterpillar
You said "shoo!"
don't even dare to come closer

So i went away
but you were always in my mind
always
always

Some time had passed
There was this thing called change
I succumbed to it
I do not know why

I was enclosed
inside fine woven cloth
But i could not stop
thinking of you

One day, I got tired of waiting
for nothing
So I pushed and struggled
and forced myself free

Sunlight, I bathed in its glory
Morning dew reminded me
of you
of you

But was is this?
A pair of colored *****
oh they were wings!
Their beauty reminded me of you

I flew, and flew
And searched for you
But you were gone!
Or were you?

A lovely rose bud
has bloomed into you
A red stunning rose
will we ever recognize each other?

I hovered near
to be with you
It was attraction
Yes, we remembered

And I kissed you
And it was joy
And it was the best thing
This life has to offer

Then I saw thorns
You told me to go away
or else
i would be hurt

I did not care
stupid me!
Coz I love you
and nothing matters

Storms come and go
And I always find myself
coming back to you
And you welcomed me

When strangers wanted to pick you
I would flash to action
and startle them
and lead them away

And it was like that
for many times
But then we're growing old
And growing weak

Our last sunset
The rose and the butterfly
stared into the unknown
and then they were gone

with the breeze
to the earth
to the skies
And no one even knew..

Goodbye..

I grab the wooden chair
and pulled it
through rooms
and up the stairs
I kicked the door open
A cold wind blew
the sketches of you
rose to the air
and settled down together
beside my lonely bed

And so I pulled
the chair, and brought it
to the wall
I hesitated for a moment
and heaved out a sigh
I brought up a foot
and forced myself up
until my nose
almost brushed the wall clock

My warm breath
made the clock's glass clouded
Two hands grasped the clock
Two feet managed to stay firm
as I stood on the chair
and dismounted the wall clock

Finally, I sat down
on the chair
on the old wooden chair
and my fingers
found its way
at the clock's back

I twisted, and twisted
and twisted
I closed my eyes
and opened them
to see the clock's hands
revolving counterclockwise

for a second i just stared
and stared
and stared
then closed my eyes
and opened them again
to stare..

My fingers suddenly became tired
and the clock's hands seemed to stop

Tears
fell on its glass
they rolled
and found their way
towards
number 6

the day you left me
the day it ended

the day you died.

How to silence the voice
Of an amok fool
How to hush the cry
When you've lost the cool

How to scream into the face
When you don't have the courage
How to move the wall
If you don't have the knowledge

How to put out the fire
Burning within
Flaming tendrils lapping at your soul
How could you win

How can you burst to tears
When you fear the worst
How do you break the spell
Of your parent's curse

You lash your sword blindly
How do you fight
Swamped in self-pity
Can't even bite

Throw a fist? Kick your foot?
Crush the plates?
Try to release forbidden words
What awaits?

Your own blood and flesh
You dare rebel?
How do you care?
When you can't even tell.

The old woodland was a canvass mess
Shadows and light of a verdant dress
Branches tangled with leaves of the day
Flowers sprouted from the dark gray

The birds flew about, chirping in chorus
The blurry wings beat off soft focus
And enthrall the forest in glitters and dust
Of wispy air that the breeze would cast

Poppies and daisies alongside tall grasses
Butterflies fluttering in various ill sizes
Furry friends burrowed and climbed
Grace and beauty, perfectly timed

In the forest of old, ancient lores shroud
Like the mist of the north, a thick dark cloud
The sun would shine and hide at night
The forest in splendor- a glorious sight!

White smoke rose from her nostrils
Her arm, covered with red spots
Her hair, the outcrops of earth
Her image- haggard

Red and black she went
Into inns and clubhouses
Playing with cold cash
Stuffing it into her trousers

She threw the cigarette ****
Onto the ground
And squished it
With the heel of her stiletto

Red pair of dry lips
Tired eyes in their sockets
Her voice tried to call out
To the man in the car

He halted and smiled
She took his arm
They exchanged grins
She went into the backseat

A few hours later
She lay still on the bed
The pillow wet with tears
Her clothes on the floor

The man was asleep
So she scurried out of the hellhole
She found her way home
Grandma sat on the rocking chair

She dropped the money
On the old woman’s lap
Then she went inside the room
Where a babe waited

She cradled her baby in her arms
She stared at the calendar
Hanging on the wall
December 25th.

The rose I gave you that warm spring day
It was pure love, and nothing more to say
We just held hands and said no word
It was just us and the whole wide world

The letter I gave you one bright summer
Far away, I hoped you would remember
Lines of sincerity fragrant and sweet
I never wished that our love would fleet

Away in that autumn, the teddy bear fell
On the dusty floor, and your eyes would well
With tears of mourning, for you missed me
Aching heart, you bled for me

Winter had come, I fought the bitter cold
Numb and painful, my love can’t be more bold
But no news came, not a letter of reply
Please don’t tell me, this is goodbye

It’s springtime again, I knocked on your door
My hair had turned grey, my feet were sore
I had returned, traveled seven seas
To my darling so dear, I fell to my knees

The doorway opened, it wasn't you
But a smiling little girl, with eyes of blue
Mommy, she cried and there you stood
I would have wept if only I could

It’s been twenty years, it was so sudden
So I turned around with my soul broken
The rose, the letter, the teddy bear was gone
So it was goodbye, I should have known

The books sat on the shelves
Waiting for centuries
For a warm hand
To unfold their leaves
And shake off the ancient dust

The candles stood afraid
At the top of the shelves
Ever silent, afraid of ignition
Afraid of fire
To light their twisted wicks

The child came
Read the books
Litthe candles
Day and night
For many years

The child came out from the library
Now a strong man
Of wisdom and wit
Brimming with ideas
Brilliant ideas

The candles sighed
The books cried
They created a man
Of good moral
Sacrifice and patience

Then they waited again
For years, unnoticed
And a child once again entered
Lighted the candles
Turned the pages

The man’s son
The man’s grandson
His legacy
The library
Lingered for generations

Not in existence
But in the mind
Always there
Transmitted then relayed
Never forgotten.