if the choice to die
was mine to make
i'd probably dead by now

There were people in every room
Inthe hallway
In the street
There was no where safe
No escape
No secret harbour
Nothing
Eventually he found an alleyway
Wonderfully empty
Until he noticed the human canvas
Sitting crosslegged in the corner
That's the day he painted his first masterpiece
Thats the day that he met me

Today when I stood at my balcony,I saw a little bird spending time with it's family , unknowing the weaker nest would not last long

I saw a child , studying hard,
under the melting candle light

I saw a youth , not having both hands,
dancing on street , to earn his living

I saw a woman , painting on a canvas by holding the brush,
in her mouth cause of the loss of both hands

but one thing was common in all of them,
they all wore a beautiful smile of satisfaction,
which reflects their heart..

Early in the morning,
Laying in bed,
light washing over me,
thoughts floating in my head.

Wondering what it’d be like,
Doubt seeps like morning glow.
What could I say to him?
What might he never know?

- Lost in Translation