Let’s begin from where we ended it
the last time,
Carefully forgotten our wounds
and scars.
Let’s begin from where we ended
it the last time,
Where there is no light, just
endless darkness,
Where it poisons the soul,
enhances the loneliness and kills the hope.
Let’s begin from where we ended
it the last time,
Where everything ends and new
beginning doesn’t exist.
….
The white reflection in the
mirror blinds the eyes
And somehow bashful – reluctantly
The Blindness “clothes" us gently.
How does it look like the
invisible image?
How does the suffering feels
like? – Grey in color.
…
Let’s begin from where we ended it the last
time,
Carefully forgotten our wounds
and scars.
We cover them with multiple masks
and make-up,
We pretend we are on stage
performing a world class act
And when the play is over, we
realize how cruel we have become.
Where are we going to end up
living in an endless denial
Of the monsters we have turned
into
– a horror movie on the small screen?
…
And we are trapped in the old
webs of delusion,
Refusing to admit the mistakes,
we keep committing sins towards ourselves.
And we keep dismissing the chaos
of our wrong doings,
As if we don’t exist in flesh and
blood, as if we are an old painting
Hanging on the walls of these
ancient castles
– The Gallery of Self-inflicted Pain!
