
Alone in the dark
will and wish digested by a violent arc
with the picture shedding its erotic color
dead are the fresh coffin flower
wild plants wild flowers wild weeds
banking on rots ,suffering for my deeds
a moment of persistence
would have made the ship to sail with lesser resistance
now the clock has freeze
the tide is still
someday,somewhere the silver lining will be for real
the sail has failed
hopes de-railed
with affections around
hope to stop palpitating round and round


