Tuesday, May 5, 2009

Life and Next life.

What is it I asked myself,

Raise my hand and hang my head,

I feel threatened to ask for HELP,

An ocean of desires against a rocky shore,

Thoughts spinning through what was before,

A few beautiful things over which I wept,

Beautiful dreams through which I slept,

All seasons came for a reason,

I looked up throught a small window from prison,

Evening sky smeared with emotions,

A bird dived into the ocean with burning wings,

In my next life, it will again sing.