while they go.

The smoke strokes the heart
Leaving a scar,
A brown, unpleasant scar like life.
Each day neighbour’s eyes
left a scar on the wall…
The rain poured on a drowsy facade
Imprinting a shapeless scar like love..
Eyes closed for a while
Making a dark hole on thoughts…
A leaf falls on the street,
Leaving a scar in the wind, a curse…
Kids came running
Bringing a red seed from the heart.
A handful of sand from the graveyard
And a thistledown from the depth of innocence…
Like a scar I stood there …

Forgive me…
For I have brought nothing
but a flower of scars.

Johnny

johny had a black sky..
rivers climbed up the mountain
like the only worker in the steel factory,
he toiled with the veins
with the only string of flesh
he made music...
some times he saw a star,
neither a hope nor a sign of danger...
light was painful...
there was no season
but it was warm..
and black sky
gifted him a moon
one day he was thrown out...
he got a name...
he got a cross
he got enemies...
he got friends...
he cried...
he smiled...
yesterday he came to me
asking the way to his usurped kingdom.