Have not heard you speak
Since the day, you left me
I do not remember the talk we had
Neither your face comes back to me
How anonymous can one be?
The torrential rain,
The rattling of the mighty land
Is the almighty dollar slipping?
And the chaos of the burning pyre
When leaves your children dead
You live behind the faces of grimace
You live behind the beguiling faces of happiness
Speaking not a word, passing not a virtue
Where shall I find you?
What shall I offer you?
My Life –which you once offered
I wonder if you met a friend of mine
Who offered thy soul in search of you?
Beyond the sky of infinite colors, I stare
To find naught but the twinkling of stars
Where I picture my grandma and all the deceased
However, they do not speak, as I lay stranded
Tones of melancholy reverberate
While I hear words from the outer space
I feel alienated; not a word I could share to else
For I wonder if it’s thee, the deceased
Or the self of mine wanting these events completely ceased
