And you dwell in places where
light troubles to find home.
In all unspoken words and
silent verses which scent
like a nostalgic dawn.
Where the stars are ready
to die in the sun's lap without
Where the past is full of guilt
and bites your present.
In all the enchanting indie hymns
which are long forgotten from
In all the dew drops who are in
imperfect harmony with the leaves.
In the darkness who is not afraid to
narrate ecstatic poems left hanging
in the garden called life.
In the frozen death that binds your
heart with grief and pain.
In those hallways where friends
turned foe without giving reason.
In those orange painted sky who
waits to be loved in the eye of green
In a finesse of broken art coroneted
in a dark corner of the room.
In the buried temptations of wishes
which never came true.
In those sadist imagination where
victory is never celebrated.
In the touch of those lives
who feel happy without you.
In the fiction of reality surrendering
its corpse to feel alive.
In the fantasies which taste like death.
In the stories hidden in there closet.
In all those secret diaries and wine
where you are a spark of goodbye.