COMPOSING LIFE

  There were these shadows that caught my eye They seemed to be parting, and I wondered why Soon I attended to them closely And I was certainly able to see There was this black lady with her black man She was approaching him, as far away from her, he ran For as the hand of a clock He couldn't help but walk For beauty is always ahead of time That's exactly the pattern which she could mime For there's no other fate of beauty than the beast Soon I could see the light, upon her darkness, to feast The clock abruptly lost functionality The black man could retain his conscious’ centrality He glanced ahead of time, only to see his night consumed by the light For the ignition of his life turned into reverse twilight I could tell that the black man ran no more His shadow was incomplete, as the emptiness did bore So long after that, the shadow finally collapsed There was an unspoken, yet confirmed hope for their return after an elapse

 Something of nothingness, yet fulfilling the emptiness Something that knows, of the words unknown Something that blows, but the wind doesn't know Something of the praises, by the wonderous beleifs  Something of the passion, that my hands can't hold Maybe if I knew, of a place as such I would have stepped in, with my eyes blindfold

 My tooth picks the words, my gums go unheard Each root is ached, every time sugarcoats are baked Minding the teeth, it gets bitten away My teeth say more than the tongue has to say Brutally injured, tortured, limps as it speaks- "Every world has days,  they are not ready, for a day of weeks"