Why don't you to come to my Neverland.

At the brink of the sea...
I sat there pulling the sun away from sinking into the red sea...
painting the sky blue so that its just the right hue...
getting the waves flow up and down the shore gently...
and waiting for you to get into the window of my neverland....

I see, you don't see the window...
you see a clown pulling the sun,
painting clumsy little white clouds..that is just going to drench herself...
you see my ragged clothes..
and bulged up eyes that haven't slept for a century now..
a century, waiting for you.
You see everything but the window...

You were just right next to me....
watching the whole world...
you watched the kitten pooping next door..
you saw my laundry piling up on the floor...
you saw the postbox vomiting unread mails...
the world wars and the golden stocks&shares...
You see everything but the window...

But I remember once when you were drunk,
I silently kidnapped you like peter pan into my neverland..
we saw mermaids and bell towers with princesses,
we saw a peacock with rainbow feathers...
we soared high and never landed back..
We were like the phoenix shedding every day's past
and always being born for the future....
But I see that you were drunk...

I am scared... that now I can't go into neverland alone...
not without ur breath on my shoulder
or that magical smile of yours that enticed me into this blissful boon...
without you I will just rip the colors of my neverland...
Without you I will be no phoenix,
I will just have a past and never look for a future...
Without you my neverland is crumbling...
Without your sweet little touch on my bare skin,
I am afraid I can never open the window of my NEVERLAND....

Please, Why don't you come to my never land...

in the vintage frame.

Through the golden vintage frame..
I see the beautiful drapes...
the window...
my coffee cup in white fragile ceramic with the silver lining.....

candle lit after dark...
laughter filling in for music...
tears held through hugs...
and overemotional friend who would do anything for me...

day dreaming a valid past time..
faraway places seen through the words of nomads...
everything looked precious...
the ink, the paper,the blonde and blue eyes...
paintings made by hand....
empathy ruling your head...
I want to live in this antique dream...
and be Human...

white soul in the black forest...

A gentle breeze of shattered glass,

a deep swim in the dark river, 

with open eyes...

and a dripping soul... 

I see a spine bent human, 

holding to the black thunder....

...........

with a smile and a tear

Engulfed in the music of white noise... 

blinded  in a vaccum of white light.. 

with clutched fingers

and screams inside my head...

I see a dangling body of slender woman

moving to the music of my screams... 

.......

 with no face nor eyes....

cold breeze splitting my skin...

warm blood oozing in my wounds... 

Hands frozen

Soul broken, 

crawling

through the dead leaves... 

I heard a humming.... No singing... 

"ta rumpum ta rumpum,

turn around

turn around

ta rumpum ta rumpum

run along 

run along

ta rumpum ta rumpum"

and a whisper 

chilling my spine

" I am the black forest"

My own sweet tinker bell...

For the first time I witnessed,
A sparkling snowy breeze giggling past my snack on one fine evening,
so soft and so bright....
Oh! wasn't it the the summer though? yes, yes it was....
Well! I am talking about my dear lovely Han...

Whose golden hair blazed through my pain and tore it into shreds..
A perfect nest that I could cuddle into...


Her oceanic green eyes just spiraled down all my mischief...
and gave something in return, that would just make me fly like peter pan..
Oh! her lovely finger that clutched to mine...
made me swell with pride...
shouldn't I be? oh well ain't I the one who has an angel for a friend...
every time I feel down I just have to think of my own tinker bell..
and Tada... I feel all well....

oh my lovely tinker bell... My lovely Han.. Love u loads...