pieces of music
"painted it black"
and all my notes dance
as motley fools washing
all the pains and miseries.
from the deep space
there is a murmur
spelling a god
to open sesame the bouldered camp
of wisdom and whimpers
with murals of lamented dicta.
the pages of musical books
rustle to a sleep
in the abyss...
the broken phrases of life
devoid a womb always
scream a creation below which
a child of annihilation
waves a flower
we can hardly call it
rose or thorn.
the dawn fell a dead-weight
of tomb on our face.
do not bother..bury the hatch
the smiles with the smiles
and again
the smiles with out smiles.
smudge all the words
to read your meanings
that mean a life and death
as your gift-pack!
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ruthraa
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