I was in an illusion of sound
The sound of Goddess, the sound of enormity.
I waxed the caps of my child, he liked it.
For everyone is going outdoors,
And why will mine stay behind?
Since when did we start missing roads?
Only when we were missing homes.
And when was it that we missed the Moon?
Only when the Child actually holds the hand.
I packed my responsibilities in lunch boxes.
I even indulged in affairs,
You haven't seen Sun shine so bright.
Oh is it summer? Or the last season of pride?
Go and claim your places, positions and positivity
Since you never know when you stop getting loved.
Risk the elements of life
Be a hitchhiker
For everyone stands on a tripod.
You drew the rain by the window, I saw you.
I was unpacking my child's bag
Trying to figure out what he lost,
Books, pens or an eraser?
If books, I will buy him more.
If pens, I will gift him more.
If an eraser, I will snatch it more.
I see you erasing the drawing.
What do you wonder?
The rain in front of your window would fall straight?
Even the knights of my night stab me with knife
Nightmares seem hollow.
I am Infinity and one. Did I quarrel less with numbers?
But the bitter illusion of life and it's sweet melodies of earth
Teach me loving is not easy; watch out for more.
Because you are jittery.
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