You told me
not to take the red road
It still carries
stain of blood of Jesus  

But I took the road
Helplessness of billion eyes
is still there
with marks of blood
on their soul    

Asked the road
Is there anything
I could do
to erase these marks?  
With disabled hope
and grief stricken trust
the road replied  

If possible
please go  
and bring little hope
filled with love  

Because
colour of blood
cannot be washed
with any other colour
except colour of rose    

You told me not to take the blue road
Dead bodies of the unfaithful fate
the Trojan horse left
is still there  

But I took the road

Screaming of the choked throats  
is still in the air
Spring seems poisoned
with dark blue marks  

Asked the road
Is there anything
I could do
to erase these marks?  

The road replied
If possible bring little blueness
from the sun-licked sky
Because broken faith
can be weaved only and with only
threads of hearts
those are made to rely        

So I am running  here and there
with dying breath
to find the place
where once  
the deep blue sky shadowed me
from cruel sunrays
And I walked miles and miles
without slightest pain
on my feet
because what covered the road
was petals of rose
bright and soft  

Whether anyone can tell me
Where I should go
to find the place?
Because here
sky is tore
and earth is cracked  

Now I am standing
lonely
silently
helplessly
but cannot leave my little hope  
because somewhere lies the feeling
If I dig
deep inside your heart
I will find
what is lost and
what needed for me  


Lots of faith
and  little love
  
Again