PREFACE

Through gazing the violet sky, let me prologue my life
Feeling the quiet air, I collect those flickering pages
Maybe the silence is tricky sharper than edge of knife
It’s the book filled with phrases
Of my life, those days of blacks and whites
And it is all there to see as the section reveals
There is some sorrow in every life

It’s a puzzle to read a random maze
The pages are formed and attached and then lost without any raise
Thoughts were true and some were imagined to get praise:
It is dark now but I’m still forced for remembrance of those days
The stars are commemorative turning me into haze

I remember those promises, few broken and some kept
Those words of anger were spoken, should have cause me wept
Those restless streets spotted my childhood games
On winter eve sitting near fire and watching its flames
Dance on the folks with them about garden;
The ONE we believed and asking for his pardon

I found a chapter of secrets and words of confess
I would have been prized for what all I possess
There’s a chapter on loss when everything drew out
There are sentences when it was out of cure
Indeed it was the time when everyone hanged with me about

There is a chapter on father, a chapter on sons
There is a chapter for those we know and a chapter on unknowns
Those pages on trifling conflicts with no one’s win
And the battle you lost was your bitters’ sin

There’s a chapter on love when my heart was deprived
And a lifelong mystery of pleasure and pain
Is tuned; as the ink of this page still alived
I neither knew how to please you and make you mine
There’s a page where we failed to meet, though it was divine

I remember the unworthy tales of fortune, that couldn’t be planed
Those loved ones were never found
I’m afraid of these euphoric low lights now
There’s a chapter on God that I’ve never understand
I guess the pages are arrange and numbered
But I’m confused where they lead
For the end is a mystery no one can read

Now the breeze is feeling fresh and blushed with the red
It’s the daylight which is returning now
And the aorist is leaving me calm with the heat grow
By unknown modes these pages are burning true
But a page is left shining, and all that left is you……