I just wanted love and tented to be passionate
of Schumann’s works.
But what turned me into such hollow?
and threw you away in the urban heap,
along with the most precious memories.
Oh, that day regained all of these again
Into my brain!
Walked and searched throughout the alleys of burgeoning age
Where still some of your loosen hairs were floating at the air!
8th October, 2016
Chopin is something where always true love exists
Blooming within the truth and lie.
All the songs that I heard till now
All bound to fall timely or untimely.
But then only Chopin remain
Withstands against the all odds,
And ask, will you go back to Renaissance?
Intend to destine to Baroque?
Or tend to moor into his Romantic!
Where Louisiana always spreads her hand out
And drags me to the woods.
The scatter notes of jazz
Turns out into the outright trivia.
Chopin, I can’t play your Nocturnes anymore
Perhaps, it is too late
To moor up in your Island!
6th October, 2016
Why should I teach life?
Oh, the cunning stupid forever
You just suck and suck the whole world
Through your that fervent dickhead!
Yes, you could labeled me as castrated one, impotent!
Striving to decorate the household like the refuges.
Just muse at this meaningless shadow
Being as a crow of civilization…..
Perhaps you would grasp one day
That I was wondered by the life
Among the millions of sprouting ignorant.
2nd October, 2016