JULY BREEZE

october war

Cries of different pitches and tones
reverberates in the valley
echoes along with each drop of the rain
so gentle yet strong
it lingers all along

at night, when the rain pours
the steps of rushing soldiers crushes down on the roof
like their bullets, the rain shoots its targets
boom! alas! the target is down
the soldiers win

state of the light art

4-A reunion

the wind shall take me to Nirvana
a place where i don't need to shed tears
for the pain that the rain had inflicted me
keeps on pinching my soul
for not only my heart was broken but even my faith
and that faith that i had to fed
has to starve to feed others faith

BLIND

protect me from the sun
burning me every time i see
protect me from the wind
hurting me every time i see
protect me from the water
drowning me every time i see
protect me from the beauty
deceiving me every time i see
protect me from the ugly
humiliating me every time i see
protect me from the world
blinding me every time i see...