I was on my way to your streets..
With your dark face..rather,the nose.....all over my mind...
Till the daylight out shined my hair..with your fingers in it..
Till I found the hole at the chest on those tainted clothes...
bleeding..
Till I saw the unknown pile of slippers and bricks,at the
evacuated center...
Till I smelt the salted fights...the slaughtered souls,they sympathize...
Till I changed my mind...And,
decided to jump of your skies.....
Shouting....
HAIL ******...!!

The serene wisdom thus engraves;
with feathers and taste buds all across my mind..
The winds,some old chum of mine,grips,
though slips..gets ran over by the laughter's cry..
O Hail! Mind of ready sarcasm..
Looks back and forth,as the numbness blind
me..and slowly captivates the ambiance..
The fingers that point,resemble my sweet summer cravings..
The finger thus slips by..with the rough end roughening
my skin..bleeding ecstasy of black...
The wisdom follows you,once again..
Once again am I breathing,still in vain..
Watching you slip away like the wind around your fingers..and
the roughened pieces of blunt heart,disturbed eyes..
slowly closing to hold you back..thus..
Once again,with that literate grin..i welcome death..
Oh! Once again.