I am going to call him,
When I awake, when my eyes open.
He may be asleep, but rest will be softly broken,
His voice may be gone from my mind,
But I need one last conversation before it dies,
Like to a flower, I try to tend yet I’ve failed to care,
I know he’s still here, I see him everywhere.

Ready to hear his warm and gentle sound,
I fall asleep with the small hopes,
The small hopes of that one last conversation,
I didn’t know it wouldn’t bring his salvation,
Yet I rest. With the morning smile,
While he grips on, walking the life and death isles.

Ready to hear his warm and gentle sound,
I fall asleep with the small hopes,
The small hopes of that one last conversation,
I didn’t know it wouldn’t bring his salvation,
Yet I rest. With the morning smile,
While he grips on, walking the life and death isles.

I’m met with the consoling dawn,
Somber in its nature,
Yet the feeling of emptiness is a puncture,
The small hopes of one last adventure,

I was going to call him,
When I was awake, but his eyes did not open,
For you see, he is asleep with rest that remains unbroken.

Let me take you to a place,
The road we are about to travel…
Let me show you the view of it beforehand,
The path what is about to come…


Sometimes it is cold, sometimes it is warm,
It’s covered with experiences, love and desire…
It has less of traffic these days,
It has more than enough despair…

People have passed on it,
People have left their marks…
Now those directions have become books,
But we don’t trust them for now…

We are younger and we are faster,
We will try to make a new path…
We will search for a new way out,
After all we are young and fast…

No one knows where exactly those roads are,
And searching them will be a waste…
Because all those roads are magical,
They only appear when you lose your track…

Those roads have seen people…
Those roads will see more…
They have people going on a search…
They will see who are coming soon…

It’s the path of life we are talking about,
And it’s the riddle of reasons and faith…
We are making a path that we think we made,
But honestly!  It has always been there…

We need to lose our hopes,
To be a part of that track…
Those tracks only wants you gazing,
Not to begin looking for some start…
Start can be anything,

It can be reasons… it can be escape…
Both will lead you to eternal point,
Point where everything begins…
Some say beginning is a place,
Where we always want to go…

Let me take you to a place,
Where the seeds of life sow…
Well it is the same road,
We are always just short to know

Went on journey to find true song,
Hearing him felt pleasure, relaxed as monk,
may not touch mind, but should touch soul,
should play his aim or say his role.

Started my journey from city or town,
where only heard noise of people and
of car’s horn.
All the people here like robots,
talking each other in robotic manner,
thought of true song in town
like death of men and no
people mourn.


Went deep in town from small to small
and to large house,
even in the holes of ground where
only found mouse.
At last
“I came on conclusion here is not
  present the true song”.

Then went in a hall
Filled with creaures,waiting for song,
exited to hear for which waiting so long.
I think here I achieved my aim soon
then all lights are off!
sign as entry of singer,
enters with a weaving of arm,
puts his hand on mike,
and grab it with his finger.
I watch him in hunger
and eagerly hear his song.
It is good but does not
affect my curious heart
lack some trueness, lack some soul.
At last
“I came on conclusion here is not
    present my true song”.
Then I went in forest deep and long,
through trees and shrubs,
through nature’s belong,
along the river, narrow the creeper,
in search of song.
Here the birds,and the animals,
Even the insects,who can song.
It as good,pure as raw,
but still lacks love and affection
Oh! I fail again
This time again I was wrong.
Tired and exhausted sit near tree
then suddenly heard mother’s soft gentle song
to son to make him sleep
make me burden free and fresh as mint.

It was beautiful, but not like real song,
not so musical as the hall’s singer song,
it even touch my soul,
and vibrate inside me so long.
Anything you say with pure heart
become a song
pure love in it make
it a true song.

Now I understand what a true song,
for which I was waiting so long.

This is my journey’s end
With fulfillment of my quest
Now I go to sleep
by feeling my mother’s lullby’s dream.

You are a rooted tree
Tall and strong
A rooted tree with many branches
With roots that run deep within

When a branch breaks
The birds find another branch to sit on
You have many
You are still here

Your roots are still deep
The birds may have scattered but
They come back and are never scared
They come back to that branch
They embrace the imperfection

Because you are the rooted tree
You are tall
You are strong
And your roots run deep within

remember always.....

(read forward, then backward, line by line)

I ran.
Not knowing what else to do
There was so much blood on my hands
It was mine
The kitchen knife
Caught in my chest
Guilt
Consumed by
Fear
I was heightened by
Adrenaline
But running on
Wasn’t enough
While trying to stay calm,
Losing control
It was me that would end up
Dead. Because
He was
In front of me
The whole time
It was too late
Trapped
I found myself
Locked in chains
My fate was
Death.