When the dust swapped off from my pages of life
When the words came to vision from the dusk
When the blood solemnly stopped in my veins
Life played the role upon itself and gone in to busk.

Thankfully there were no stars in the sky that night
And no lights on the streets
The steps I counted and the words I chanted
that was just a diversion,
cause I don’t want to make you aware of my discreet.

Heavy breath, got through my naval to my chest,
Making it heavier, not with the chilly air but with the pumped feelings.
In and out, over the nostalgic erosions of thought,
At a certain point of the destined path, to get reminded of what I found and what I lost, I tied several knots.

Being on the roads of queer juncture
a beautiful soul found at the corner
Singing the best of the oratorio
followed by the night birds and blue moon
I hold her hand and become my subconscious division

I want her! I need her!
she is my inspiration now of my deep thoughts
she is my fortitude and she is my brawn
walking the journey with the new knots.