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…
Crows flying chaotically
Against the boring sky
Around the television towers;
So carefully,
So considerately,
Not one bumping into another.
We are chaotic too.
Just look at the crowd
At the railway station,
The neon streets,
The malls;
Lazy
To watch our steps,
Lazy
To help the child who has tripped,
Lazy
To say sorry.
They say we are smart,
They say we can feel.
But there is more to us.
We are smart
But do not think.
We can feel
But do not care.
Maybe
we shouldn't think,
Shouldn’t feel
So much.
Maybe
All we need
Is to be like the crows.
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