The Time's needle is broken

The Time's needle is broken, the shrunken leaves of untidy tree

Smudged and drown into the swampy chamber of violet-tinted ocean. The oozing rain

Dampening the sodden, sullen flowers, silent whispers at the empty door.

The cherubins are no more. 

On the pastel seahorse, feral time, move calmly, till the end of my requiem. 

The Sea sobs in seclusion, emptiness pervades and permeates,

No cuckoo sings. farthest stars, dripping skies, hovering clouds, dismal and dismaying. 

No winds, Upheaval inside the bleak sea,

The white flower wept and died, without water...

No water...famished river bears garbage of ghastly mankind, 

But behind my back I can hear,

The tumult of obnoxious time, and death is all ubiquitous...

Surreal season 

Sordid, sad

Underneath the blue smog of sulphuric fire

Dying fall in a moment, rolling tears from the tongueless hills, 

At the ending, when the needle is broken and crestfallen 

Moved downward from the wide shore, 

The Sea weeps

dead fishes and seagulls 

the waves move 

with commotion 

blue flower is languished 

and the never-ending sighs 

infrequent...