Talking back

Dust from that city, now in my home

Memory from that time envelops these times

Laughs from that context brings smiles to this moment

Songs from that event is a dance in today's heart

Sealed thought of that factory to open up present actions

Messages of that era solves current dilemmas

Question that puzzled then, finds its mate here

Conversations that demanded time. Now, time demands them

Time warp or things talking back

Come back

Can you please come back!
I can then react better to this banter
Now, indifference my name

Please come back
I can then smile at things
Now, I only stare just stare

Come back!
I can then feel my blood, breath, sweat
Now, I am a vegetable merely

Come back the times
I can then be fit to be here
Now, I just exist

Please take me with you
I can then see where good things go
Now, I am stuck in limbo

Madland

Land of surplus, I land my flight here
To add another drop to overflowing brew

Room of unknown, I find my place here
To facelift my pride to faceless freedom

Traffic turf, I bring my activity
To merge myself in unending commutes

Circus of prospects, I carry my hope
To heap my stone on towering domes

Chamber of insomnia, look to rest with you
To shut the slack and the junk

Park of high-rises, checking my depth
To leap from the skies

Kingdom of missing, here are my directions
To power my sense to miss the pointless

Strange - this place, I convey my freaks
To spy my bounds in boundless game

On my own. Yet...

Bring my own shade where I go and yet feel your shade

Rains, I own but it is yours that fertilize my thoughts

In my self-company I move but your company moves me

Seek my own help and now I go wrong so you can help

I got the dark to hide my quirks yet need you to cover my dark

The star that guides, shines For me. Your spark outshines it

Full of self

A song that sings herself
and a notice that announces itself
Joy that enjoys herself
and a muse that amuses itself
Time that spends on its own
and a journey that self-travels
A cloud that clouds herself
and an art that imagines itself
It's nothing. But nothing else
and Something and that's everything