history hisses horrors
the dead is scared of death
times frozen in the corridor of minds
fluttering flags throw up
in the same blue sky
colourful reminders of dead streets
loyal animosity deceives all external changes
times frozen in the corridor of minds
fluttering flags throw up
in the same blue sky
colourful reminders of dead streets
loyal animosity deceives all external changes
no new thoughts outwit the eraser
standing as a bodyguard in borders
yet new days and fresh nights peek
offer new jiffs new waves
new darkness new light
in this momentous world
just born, today, now, here
yet new days and fresh nights peek
offer new jiffs new waves
new darkness new light
in this momentous world
just born, today, now, here
...
but from the leaves of the past
crawls the snake
its venom becomes the nectar
the beautiful creature cries trapped
climbs up and down but fails
the beautiful creature cries trapped
climbs up and down but fails
the eraser walls block the roads
it wants to be free
it wants to be free
the
garden is right here...on the earth... to outwit history seems to be the key...
in this new era of technology, everything external changes, from versions, to
looks, to its features; yet the beautiful mind that creates all these from
behind doesn't...voilà le mystère
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