I hope, only just for now,
This is the way it was intended to be...
I'd forgotten what it's like to tumble
unceremoniously to the ground, arms tied...
Summer, hummer, humming bird
Comes a runner, sprinter, lunger, falling here...
They all are gone
but their souls...
Nothing concrete holds the past;
only the fake empathy...
How do you escape
The very need to escape...
and then, you –
picturesque, plaited hair unfurled into loose...
and you -
where light was bountiful...
and if i die,
i don’t want you to mourn me...
I draw the sun
between the shades of time...
A samurai's strike, like in an oval,
jolts from one pivotal point to the other...
It's almost midnight at my side
only few minutes keep me away from tomorrow...