• Vol. 03
  • Chapter 01

Pumpkin Eyes

What are notions of restless minds
Before the shrines of lost saints

Fallen leaves, like musical notes
Centuries ago seeds were sown
Die was cast, cards thrown

For nomadic bags of cardamom
Cinnamon and cloves

Might is right

A feeble fear that rules the thoughts
And that freedom of ignorant spirit
Chains the feet of cautious self

The pulpy truth of orangish life
Pumpkin eyes and starry strife

Our white patch of feigned innocence
A defence of our darker core
Weighing between altruistic nature
And self preservation amidst chaos