I know, these are the matters of life
to die, to see, to breathe, to sleep:
but how can I, burn the incense, in this dark room, where sleep the monsters of my heart?
yet the desire is flammable, will bring ashes to ashes
through roof the flashes, will engulf all my desires,
I have enclosed in my heart........
the barrier will be broken between time and those grey strands in my hair,
like a pul-sarat,
a road full of hot tar,
where my sole burns and heart rests.
the reckoning of this wreckage will be so loud
that it will not be barred by my sweet dreams,
where I am a bride and he the groom, in all white,
scared, I still sleep, perish to thrive...
I opened the window to let the fresh air in, rain still pouring,
seeing a bud where I once sown the seed,
smiled, I closed the window, rains have done wonders, and the wreckage has calmed,
the hearts are rested, and I can see the pave clearly!!
May 3
May 3, 2026 at 7:14 PM UTC
I know, these are the matters of life
to die, to see, to breathe, to sleep:
but how can I, burn the incense, in this dark room, where sleep the monsters of my heart?
yet the desire is flammable, will bring ashes to ashes
through roof the flashes, will engulf all my desires,
I have enclosed in my heart........
the barrier will be broken between time and those grey strands in my hair,
like a pul-sarat,
a road full of hot tar,
where my sole burns and heart rests.
the reckoning of this wreckage will be so loud
that it will not be barred by my sweet dreams,
where I am a bride and he the groom, in all white,
scared, I still sleep, perish to thrive...
I opened the window to let the fresh air in, rain still pouring,
seeing a bud where I once sown the seed,
smiled, I closed the window, rains have done wonders, and the wreckage has calmed,
the hearts are rested, and I can see the pave clearly!!
