Imitating the waves,
I try to end the attachment touching the shores,
then moving away.
Search for eternity erases the designs.
Birth and death cling together.
I let go of the passion,
the deviation of fear.
There cannot be two lives.
When the illusion meets the pain,
truth laughs,
I forego my future,
tear the past and burn the present.
Failed life hangs on the silence of sorrow.
Names don’t hold any charm they come and go.
Days drop like long coats I search the night.
The desperate seeking will not end the journey
It is there in the dark hole of the heart.
A pitless gloom.
I am afraid to be revealed.
Art of life is scissored,
Anniversary of flirtation with death forgotten.
We celebrate.
