I’ve always wanted a moment
to recall the past
Joy it may be.
Misery it may be.
I’ve always dreamt of a golden palace
It goes on shining for ever
with charming prince
and gorgeous princess
Then these dreams flicker. Swish-
Gone. Dissolve in this solvent of desire
Slowly, tenderly, fades away.
Emptiness.
Lost it in the winds.
It flows, like our soul.
Motionless and cold.
If fire be red, and snow be white
If love be red, and plain be white.
All we are trying to do is to-
Spread some tints of red into our world.