On the streets of dark heart

In the depths of dark streets of my heart
once I took a walk
Touched the bare walls,
Which, to my illusions,
With colors were blooming.

In the depths of dark streets of dark heart
once I took a walk
and saw the silent corners,
which, to my misapprehensions,
with voices/sounds were filled.

on the dark streets of dark heart
then I went ahead
wading my way
through the sad gray colored air,
which to my ironic delusions
was pink, blooming with red.

On the dark streets of dark heart
As I walked listening crushing sound of
dry leaves and branches,
feeling them broken under my bare feet,
leaves and branches
fallen after an unnoticed storm.

In the center of dark heart
I sat at the square trying to overcome
my shock and a newly gained grief,
And to recollect myself to go out,
to find some place of relief.

I looked up for a direction
Another distress,
All the corridors looked same
wearing identical gloominess
competing darkness.
The uniqueness I obliged them with once
it seemed had worn out, no signs(were)left.

(part 2 )

I shouted in the well
Where I heard a thump, where my heart dwells
“why look the way, I never wanted you to be
Its all ruined, get up and see?”

I heard a sound poignant and deep
It was my heart, woke up from sleep

“dear It was always like this,
That festival has long passed
The festival I never owned
those shades not my character, how would I possess

it was your hallucination
the people and sounds
your wishes and imaginations
you were always empty and alone
and I was doomed as desolated as I am!”

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(25-12-2010)