What is left
of a soul that slowly
is flickering on the remnants
of its mind and heart?
How do I restore
my own Fire
when everything is falling,
yet growing?
How would I change
the rhythm of my Life
pressed against my own ear?
How can I be held responsible
for the consequences
when everything
is out of sequence?
How would I freeze
that moment
which is irreplaceable
and insatiable?
How would I remove
the sleepless nights
and unspent memories
from the edges of my Being?
How can I cure someone
who falls under the weight of My Heart
so myself, I will not remain unsung?
How many testaments of regrets
shall I write
to someone who has fallen
from the grace of my eyes?
How would I
not let the cadence of my heart
to be taken for granted?
Each bite and sniff of my Life
reminds me of this fragmented World
and its hypnotic deception.
