• Vol. 06
  • Chapter 03
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Someday I will comeback

In the embrace of ghosts sleeping in my bed
mind moonwalks to the half burnt wood and ash
as that’s the sign of looped sad feeling
Daubed on many faces
as blush and mascara
I talk to walls with ears; waking at twilights /
hoping for days
I dream /We dream /to dream that there is no purpose
Is that just a strained dream /
or our madness
Spilled onto our lives
Between many cups of tea sipped in blank lonely spaces
that clank with thousand men and women
so silent

Someday I will birth wings /fly to the poles
Build nests / hibernate
Someday I will comeback