The rain is loud now, As if a giant feet arises from the clouds To step on the river under the bridge of my heart And disturb it in such a way That the sails of ships bend, And the water touches the bridge from below, Tickling it to sorrow… The rain is loud now, But actually, it has always been like this. You were there once, And I never felt it. But now, All there is Is this sorrow That tickles me from inside, As if it wants me to laugh, Yet doesn’t let me At the same time…
I am leaving
But I will come.
A lost oar
Should reach some shore,
The freed parrot
Will find a tree.
Don’t waste your time
For me,
Don’t wait
For me.
The shore does not wait,
The tree does not wait,
But what has to reach it
Will reach it.
So don’t waste your time
For me.
Don’t wait
For me.
Drunk people sit around me
To make me drink.
And I do drink.
I pour beer to wet the firewood,
But it burns brighter now.
I punched the bartender
For too much froth on my drink.
What you think is right.
This isn’t me.
I died without you.
But I will come,
And I will recognise you,
And you won’t.
Will you
Still love me?
Will you
Still take me home,
Give me bread with jam,
And scented tea?
If you don’t accept me,
I am done.
I will live this false self.
You,
Only you know how I really was,
How I smiled,
How I once punched you for fun,
And it hurt.
You,
Only you know how I really was,
How I cried
When I left you.
How I am crying,
Not able to remember what I am.
Please accept me,
Or I’ll stay dead
Forever.
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