Out of this dingy life
Far from this trampled street,
Out of this grimy play
Far from this man made time;
In some desolate land,
In some punishment room
Where the mirror are covered of blood;
In some neurotic nightmares
Far from our under wraps lot;
In some muttering retreats,
In some one night cheap hotel
Where no matter what’s the meaning;
In some erotic nightmares
Far from this smoky days.
Nothing overwhelm the spirit
None dramatic monologue
No words, no tears, no pain,
Only maidenly desires
On rediscovery couch,
Only fragment of rose
On naked skin;
Touch,
feel,
live.
