A humming voice up in the air – my heart still rupture-proof.
Im never ending, says the fairytale.
Stars are mourning – what’s dropping down –
tenaciously, its decomposed. Lets dance and celebrate.
We all are fainthearts, frightened by vicinities – each step we make
Scatters lies, attrited – croaking is the floor, the end?
Remotely colours flaring up, yet, their words unheard – ‘m bound to say
time made us deaf, and so the wailing stars stain our eyes
unscathed but blind we try to keep on walking, diffusing what eternity
began – a human fairytale, and on each cover irrevocably
[ my favorite one – it is one side of the coin * part 2 here ]