i painted salts for my hourglasses:
rose-red for ripples
skyblue for silence
i walked and worked
and tirelessly talked
i've exhausted my rose-red salts
my skyblues of silence again starts
fettered people around me objected
they forced me to ripple
these blood-sucking hare-brained people!
i couldn't care, your voices i muffled.
in deep silence my muted heart speaks
in deeper silence my rusty pen and my paroled heart links
in silence the deepest, i get to listen
the whispers of heaven and the hums of the sun risen.
Silence is my loyal childhood friend
she buries my pains and hears my unspokens
she calms my rage, she tames my wild
she hushes my sobs when i'm beguiled.
she placed her arms around my frailty -
i am comforted.
my old friend welcomed my bitter failures -
i am sedated.
somehow, i feel, my home is here
my hades is near
but within i sifted
and found no fear...
KAYA PALA...
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