Pleasures
Pleasures
A Weak vocabulary,
I failed to express my words,
My unconscious brain,
Said something that I didn't mean,
It's been so long,
They have gone,
I can't be so naive,
Neither I'm brave,
More and more,
I pursuing the opportunity,
To become a creator,
I collect pieces of abandoned memories,
Paste them with something,
Make them look good,
And that's how I became a collage artist.
If someone doesn't need me,
But Someone else does,
The fishes in the pond,
Waiting for me every day,
A piece of bread makes them happy,
So do the dogs in my neighborhood.
Every evening,
The crowded places,
I choose to stay far away,
Free me,
From the cage.
Perhaps,
Memories are just stairs,
Lead us to heaven,
In the end, we climb,
Because it happens,
For a reason,
And I told the stars about you.
I breathed,
At night when,
We used to talk,
Now stars fill my soul,
Every night.