She flew away like a butterfly

She flew away like a butterfly
The Hills would welcome you,
But they are building a new town,
I don't know if you are going to see all of the Lavasa,
Before they kill you.

Loneliness

Lonely

Dreams

Not a life's slave in our dreams!!!!
For all who suffer, we have our dreams.

Autumn leaves, my darling,

Make their own way,

Whatever you say.

They don't really know,

The little wood in the snow,

Has sent them afar in the blow,

And they'll make their way,

Whatever you say,

You can't really throw them away.

Days before,

You were searching for the Poles.

And now,

You are fighting for the tools,

To fix your posts with rules,

The signposts for the Losts.

Autumn leaves,

How do you make your way

When they are whirling around their posts?

Dad.

I think I was supposed to scoff at whatever my dad taught.
He taught me freedom.
This is my dad's favourite flower.

William Blake - an embodiment of my salvation

Everytime they talk about rights, there is a intolerable ache inside. And again and again, i remember " London"

To the closet

Buried in the closet is the harlot's home:

The dazzling beads lead you
To the carnal bliss;
And the candles burn whole night
While the curtains drain the Silverlight.

Candles of varied colors,
My dreams of different burns.
Light up the blanket, oh dear.
There's not enough space.

Move in and move out
The different clothes.
But, leave the red one out,
Its just for him, my dear Valentine.

He comes , but soon forgets.
And she says he's in love with her.
His beard makes me forget
All my sighs caused by her.

One day Another came
Offering me a puff of joke:
The money to go back home!
I am bewitched by my Love, he says
Standing in the hall, selling out,
My love is a low life pimp, he claims.


No incense of lost world,
No rings of blind love,
That’s my home
My home of boring blooms.


When tears adorn my blush of sacrifice
I heard the bullet.
And the Another screamed out
His inbuilt belief,
And shadowed my blush:
Forever, Forever.

My dear life lives no more
The beard, now, stinks of dried blood.
And they took me home.
And taught another life.
Where did you take me, Another?
Aren't you the Taxi driver
The one who should take me
To the place I want to?