Karma

Surrounded by so much drama,
Avoiding  the traffic lights,
Unraveled by my own carma,
I’m vanishing out of sight.
The coasts of exotic flowers
And towering stones stand by;
The sky’s being blessed with showers
In never-to- be July.
Affected and unexpected,
The memories flow by chance.
The ones who just got creative
Are never supposed to dance.
The moon is their blind temptation,
Forbidden and undefined;
Got rid of the fake possessions,
Still destined to cross the line.
The veil gently spreads all over
Her scared narrow-featured face
The carpet of paper dollars
Is catching her falling grace.
Deprived of abandoned stories
The echo is going wild
Away from the vital forests,
Alas to the ones who fight...
Not knowing what stands before us
We’re torchuring our own kind.
You’ve stolen my fragile compass:
I kiss, but I wanna bite.
I’m turning to all the poets:
Let’s figure who’s being blind.