My brain shower thoughts like the rain

When this mind set its journey to the past

Alone, avid and vivid they become known

Red lights in the moonlight and cold gust

Oh so far away from fall and down we go

Alone we go; along they come, among all

When they gaze at me and phrase on me

A line that carved on my heart thrust into

And my soul is bleeding, weeping for light

A Light for right as truth stays bright, white

And my psyche comes back to the present

Oh the world seems to be old, wild, weird

Wired all the way since start to the end

These frames been moved and crushed

Dreams been thrown, desires been piled

Oh wait; ah hold on, life must go on… on…

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Note : This poem is dedicated to my friend, Dinesh Acharya. Brother, promises are not meant to be broken. Like I have promised, this one is exclusively for you. For my brother, a poet and my dear friend...