Berceuse In Chains Scream inaudible to anyone The blind grief and pain Tears no one sees Why was I detained? Notes inaudible to anyone It's blind teary notes No one knows grieves No one decern it Rage... Dysphoria... Disapair... Fret... I am cursing own karma Silence and Fear... Hatred... Regret I was smothering my sobbing Reject... Wordless... Siddhi... Nihility Days that time was ticked away Chain and Dolour... Blood and Prayers I despair of repeated days Then you swayed by the twist of fate And were pushed off the misty cliff Then you were incarcerated with chill In the cell that lingers in shade of psych “ In a black brick jail cell Gazed up the distant barred skylight Bloodstained fingers slipped off The chilling emotionless wall The weary looking chained lad He touches distant warmth of memories And falls asleep to the same tomorrow, darkly...” “ A touch of hope dwells into dreams that no one visits When he unlieashes from chains, And is dreaming the day that return to the eden... ” The promised land is waiting for you Wind said so and sing the berceuse But there was not such a word So there was not the promised land “ The promised day comes for you Your wish will be granted... The promised day comes for you Your wish will be granted... ” Who are you that shroud me in black darkness? I curse the fate that tied me to here Tied hand and foot... covered my mouth... I'm waiting for the day of salvation I want the sunlight... I wanna touch white wind... Give me more rainwater... Give to these numerous wounds the mercy Rage... Dysphoria... Disapair... Fret... I am cursing own karma Silence and Fear... Hatred... Regret I was smothering my sobbing Reject... Wordless... Siddhi... Nihility Days that time was ticked away Chain and Dolour... Blood and Prayers I despair of repeated days “ Silence reads aloud poems of despairs to him ” Deep in a pupilla... Deep in the dark... To you all that was displayed on the skylight Though I swing arms at you to get help You left the spot unintentionally Shadows that displayed there was phantasm all Or are these foggy dreams I made unawares...? God please help me, so though he urges... Silence was snuggling to the lad God please help me, so though he prays... Bleak wind led the lad to frozen despairs Lord, why are you lacerating me...? Shoud not I invoke a wish and salvation...? Though I invoked only one peaceful mercy, Why did you have to give me crucibles...? Lord, why are you confining me here...? Should not I expect even a usual life...? Though I was invoking only one peaceful love, Why did I have to receive this kind of punishment...? “ The hope was sealed by trinity of your chains... ” Curses that were joined you Fears that tied by yourself Oppressions that tied by fates Favors the unknowable bounds Grudge that roar to absurdities Burn down the insane karma Hatred that nurtured by struggles Burn off the dubious absurd karma “ The promised day comes for you Your wish will be granted... The promised day comes for you Your wish will be granted... ” I can't escape anymore from here... I may die unnoticed by all if this goes on... Dear my life which wither on the vine... Never expected such the end of my life In the farthest reaches that no one beholds I sigh my four limbs in chains and dreams of the promise I'm crying out my lonesome tragedy of an unfullfilled wish Time in chains made off with everything from me... Lord, what did you do to me...? Could it be that you did already forsake me? Why did you have to give me crucibles...? Lord, why are you confining me here...? Should not I expect even a usual life...? My sadness in chains... and the berceuse in chains... Reach someone's ears... Lacerated soul waits for The unknowable's return Like a lamb that seek the mother When the ringing aria drops It is time when ring the poet's death No one wipes lad's cheek... Never...

Dark clouds that shades the sun And stagnates in dark magenta A compass has sunk into the sea bed Storm led a sailor to a lonely island And settled the maroon to the place An old man roams a wasteland while having a driftwood stick The man who feels at a loss - he has nowhere to go He cannot listen to voices which led a lad anymore Nothing is left here for him to live Merciless wind of the godforsaken place is Whispering the forlorn refrain which feels at a loss The blustering black waves at the bass of dark clouds Drifted to here the sailor who sinks into disappointment As if it laughs at the lonesome fate, Bleak wind blows the man who sat down on a hill The man looked lamely the back of distant ocean He despairs of his fate and was keeping taciturnity Beyond my retirement ground which time stood still Psychogenic mirage of reminiscences drawed the background His faults and their smiles that hovers and disappears He reaches out the past that never touches anymore Phantasms of reminiscence that hovers and disappears Aging tears flowing from wizened eyes The man stands still in the suspicious silence And is reading out poems of lost time As if it laughs at the lonesome fate, Bleak wind blows the man who sat down on a hill The man looked lamely the back of distant ocean He despairs of his fate and was keeping taciturnity "If I become a fishy stone that Never falls down by driving wind Then I may have days that Count the time without feel any pain" " They are dead to all feeling And are standing still while sinks into sand and soil Unrelenting wind which convulses this hairs The wounded defeated soldier can't bear to it" Gray hued sky resonates low growls And alights onto this area where grief sleeps He falls on his knees by despairs and disappointments And unlearns pries, and is keeping taciturnity And unlearns remembering... And assuages inner voices... Gray hued sky resonates low growls And alights onto this area where grief sleeps He falls on his knees by despairs and disappointments And unlearns pries, and is keeping taciturnity Beyond my retirement ground which time stood still Psychogenic mirage of reminiscences drawed the background His faults and their smiles that hovers and disappears He reaches out the past that never touches anymore Phantasms of reminiscence that hovers and disappears Aging tears flowing from wizened eyes The man stands still in the suspicious silence And is reading out poems of lost time