On the edge of my sight...

On the edge of this lonely street stands light of my soul,

With the intense look in the shallow eyes

When the shouts meet the eternal silence of time...

Knowing that the souls connected through the breathe

Will stand in silence when the rains pour out from the source if my dreams...

A rudimentary smile built on the thoughts escaping

From the trap set up by the mind carrying the thoughts hanging from the past...

Hands of this clock will stop at this point

When the dreams find a new master to be with...

While the time chases the hands of other clocks...

Is when the little world will be flooded by the silent memories

Of the known and unknown...

To be lowered into the home dedicated when the very existence was not formed

A whisper of good words dancing to the whispers of foul memories

The flies gathered at the flesh will fly... Never to appear again !!!

Mystic heart will fall in love with void

Is when the poetry will no more be heard... nor conceived ...

Inner agony of the Blood of my blood will make its presence felt

Even when the day light brings joy the the beggar on the streets

Knowing that this act too will be over soon... 

When the time will manipulate the memories...

the light of my soul disappears in the words of poetry !!!