Happy Birthday, Memory!!

The ruthless monsoon is mean
It wipes away everything I ween
How am I supposed to wait for the beam?
I don’t even have a pair of hands that gleam

The lotus leaf has turned green
The clouds are dark as they seem
I locked myself into a dream
A lame dream as it may seem
But I only hope for everything that I’d been

The sky watches me with a grin
Making fun of me while I limp
It is me who make the sin
How am I supposed to face my dream?

I wish I could grab the win
Tossing my hands up high with a gin
To that special figure i can lean
A special figure called queen

As the past came to ruin
The page ended with a bad ‘fin’
I couldn’t even make out what I dream
The anniversary of emptiness becomes a thing that I’m keen

Yoga

I would never understand why she asked me about that fairy tale book right on this day (04 august)last year. But I know I made the right decision. That book does not belong to me. My fairy tale has ended.