Trees, when sultry shade start to give,

The wind, know you, will change the course.

Darkness, when suggestions start to leave,

Some lamp, somewhere, is lit, be sure.

Illusions: alive you kept them

Illusions: alive that kept you

Till now.

Illusions that thoughts will listen to you.

Empty you remained, silent in pledge,

Till now;

That some day they’ll get your meaning.

Words confused at the use you made,

An arrow, know you, somewhere is shot.


Suspicion, revenge will take one day

Your path will lose its track, one day.

Then wander you will, in the realms of self

Find helpless, you will, your own same self

Alien, unknown, staring back from the mirror.

Your secrets, know you, will now be spilled.


His burden, for certain,

Everyman must bear.

No way, there is,

Both in/out of life.

Is there?

 Doing some favour?

Is he?

Does life owe him?

Does it?


Some birds,

They think.

Even now.

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