Tell Him


Every little dust... knew,
The air... heard,
Those furniture... read,
This bed... asphyxiated,

Stale and Rotten to them,

Yet you never knew.

Recited,
Painted,
Sung,
Engraved.

Reminded and Remembered,

Yet you never knew.

So treasured, loved and precious,

Yet you never knew.

Raining My Tears


The raindrops tapped the ground,
Breaking its droplet one by one,
Just as you stand before me,
This rain drenched you...
Then split itself on the concrete,

This rain, made of tears...
Shed with love,
Collected and rained...

Of love...
Drained helplessly...
Unto differed touches...

Like rain,
These tears are sentenced by fate,
A helpless creature,
Stranded and bound by fate,

This rain...
Helplessly drench you,
But never penetrate through,
Wasting itself,
Breaking into droplets...
Making itself to a cousin of shattered glasses,

As fate holds,
This cycle repeats,
The tapping continues...

When My Wings Fall


All this moment my 'hour' never met,
Kept from the last tick,
Day renews before night,
Preserving the last tick,
This way... the magic never fall, never cease, never fade...

Magic... a wonderful painting,
Beautifully crafted,
With a charm that never fails to keep Faith,

"Magic lasts forever... and ever and evermore..."

Finally...
It has come.

'The-Last-Tick'

Scrapes Eternity,
Dissolves the scales,
The Lifter, left,
Crumbling to a sandy veil,
Strewn this "Home" with Aeolus' guidance...

The Hour came,
The Magic falls,
This 'Little-Box' salvaged some dust...
For moment of silence...

The great art expires... as 'The-Last-Tick' calls...