To Believe

Struggling daily to believe in words,
Spoken, that have lost their silent gold,
Ending letters, I'm sincerely yours,
Even though I'm not sincerely mine.

Promising to me a clear sky,
Every day is closer to my loss
Desperately chasing it, I try
To keep it further in a daily dose.

My broken glasses returned to mirrors
Back into temselves, water they may be
Cascading thought-like, we cannot hear
Their shine on eyes that we could never see.

Ending letters, I say
Sincerely yours,
Still pray
For the day I'll be sincerely mine.

Sticker on my Nails

Your face, multiplied, can no longer be
More than a sticker on my nail, to see
At a slow pace and to be seen alike;
Enhanced walking poster, you're not for my walls,
Other's tears may drink your colour.

Me, just me, fashionistic me
I'm going to be free.

Grass may let its pigment printed on your face
Having you, in brutal, unwanted embrace:
With the clipped-down nails, you are down again,
Yo be stepped on,

Me, just me, machinistic me
I'm going to be anything but free.

Showcase

Smallest light, draped in skies,
Roundest way it may find,
Inside spiralling eyes,
Ancient fruits without rind.

For the plastic caterpillars,
Shall we make plastic trees?
Or invent some new pillars
To support the debris.

Trapped inside his coccoon,
Butterfly-wannabe
Scaring off a monsoon,
Plastic birth it may see;

Innocence can be bought
From the store nearby;
Faster can be absorbed
Into light, never cry.

Heir of Nothing

Heir of nothing, subliminally, something is what you have,
When, above all, you rise, your glory with you
Like a fidellious slave.
All your bliss is borrowed, to the ones that are true.

Leave it all behind
In he wind that takes it,
You gold is no more than dust.

Walking on the banks of the river, you feel life
Flowing without you, heir of nothing,
In your songs, there is the same roar
Of wheels that have no oil.

Put life at work
Move faster as its pace slows down,
Heir of nothing...
Time's all you've got,
Part of nothing.

Anything's Possible

From within her heart, she couldn't see the sun,
So trapped she was, in her sin,
She didn't know where to begin
To make her way on the water and on fire.

Anything's possible, she kept on repeating,
Until she lost the meaning of it.

She saw only stone, not thinking of cutting it,
Till a drop of water pierced her hiding place.
At what pace?
Well, she didn't know it.

Anything's possible, she kept on repeating,
Until she found the meaning of it.

Just herself,
On a shelf,
Just a book
Made of soul.
Take a look
At its whole
Where good and evil are just two faces.

Anything's possible, we keep on repeating,
First we lose the meaning of it, then ve believe in it.

All Her Fault

It's all her fault for being caught
Uncovered, there, down for the slaught.
She must have carried an invisible burden
That nobody else can see.
She cannot be set free from all that she carried
Ever since.

It's all her guilt that drove her there
She must have stepped the road with care
She cannot be innocent, she's still pretending
The others did her harm.
Yet we all know, the truth is not on her side,
If it was, why did she try to hide?

Behind her clouds, the're nothing but thunder,
Nobody else could build.
You don have to look closely and wonder
Why her eyes are anger-filled,
You know it's all her fault,
Contained in just one thought, You cannot wash it away,
And yes, she'll pay.

She'll pay
For the blame
You have given to her.

Reloaded Hourglass

In the hourglass, I saw you,
Reflecting particles of sand
On your shimmering body,
Trapped in the perfect shape.

Time had its needles inserted,
Disabling your wings of fire,
From further flying under skies.

Broken hourglass meant no pain,
Nothing more than lost time.
Fallen leaves that left you nude
In the burned-out sun.

Salvation that didn't came,
Still hung up on the telephone,
There to receive calls.

Still, I think hourglasses as prisons,
Also starring in conceptual plays.