Tossing and turning but there is no comfort found,
She lays there after midnight ,
No book, hot tea or own hug would calm her down.
All there is to feel: A grave sinking disappointment,
By those conversations which drains her dry;
Or Maybe her own sick mind trolling her life.
How much she wishes to go to sleep,
To get some relief from this chaotic being.
To go to the dream world is all she asks,
Until the final escape will let her pass.
My heart throbs the same way
When I touch you,
It’s been many years
Since I found you,
The ancientness of this love
Doesn’t change a thing,
Because there are no conditions
When it’s matter of you…
No trace of regret
Only possibilities are there.
Possibilities of future
Hope for the happy share.
The moment that is now
Wants to be lived.
Even after losing everything
Once was yours, you believed…
What is this tremor
I feel inside me,
An intuition of the time
To shine from within,
Brand new life I see
Through the wisdom
Of my ancient spirit…
The words are gospel,
The eyes that sees the truth,
The act that lack pretence,
The smile without the sly intent.
Our true mirror is lost
And it is lost to the institution…