Light has a way of seducing me.
Sound has a knack to rip my head apart.
The words - they keep me sane
but not for long,
they play their part
- its just colors and songs again.
Silence is a friend
to the music that I'd played
now my mind wants to know
what next If she had stayed?
to breathe is my obsession
to covet - my boredom
I'm full of my own self
but I am seldom some one.
the shapes on the sharp
turn white into black.
Bleeding several red dots
painting's such a forgotten art.
Its beautiful to be alive
with no fear of some ends
when light and sound became
my ever lasting friends
I can travel through time now
I can can even become space some how
I can see in you a part of me -
a seed, a branch, a flower, a tree!
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