Monday, September 22, 2008

My life (for my premankur)

And what kind of dream is that

Purple turtles

Turning into a rich lady’s wrinkles

Crows tapping a tune on her face

My summertime quilt freezing me


And before I wake up I dream a dream


And what kind of dream is that.

My happier friends back home

Happier, gaier, Caffeine-addicted.

Defy age and march on


And what kind of dream is that

The young yet cynical insides

Turn out to the first wrinkle

and wake up to a middleage.


And what kind of dream is that

Silly girls play with helium still

And love turns into ‘Ok’

Passion into nonchalance


And what kind of dream is that

Life carries on step by step

Soul-mate turns to cinder

July turns into autumn


And what kind of dream is that

And what kind of dream is this?