My brain shower thoughts like the rain
When this mind set its journey to the past
Alone, avid and vivid they become known
Red lights in the moonlight and cold gust
Oh so far away from fall and down we go
Alone we go; along they come, among all
When they gaze at me and phrase on me
A line that carved on my heart thrust into
And my soul is bleeding, weeping for light
A Light for right as truth stays bright, white
And my psyche comes back to the present
Oh the world seems to be old, wild, weird
Wired all the way since start to the end
These frames been moved and crushed
Dreams been thrown, desires been piled
Oh wait; ah hold on, life must go on… on…
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Note : This poem is dedicated to my friend, Dinesh Acharya. Brother, promises are not meant to be broken. Like I have promised, this one is exclusively for you. For my brother, a poet and my dear friend...
