PIKE

When we started afoot,these avenues started strutting,
these dragways began to seem better than the haven,
come on ,let's capitulate ourselves,
let's become elusive,
come,let's saunter for miles,
though we don't know where to go...

We are getting untrodden thruways just by wandering,
like this in the groove,
you keep afoot,so will I,
these expanse will become petite,
Arise,let's capitulate,let's become elusive...

With open eyes,chimera is speaking that,
what kind of foolhardiness has aroused,
here and there ,where is this recklessness taking us,
shine on,we will get the path where it would be,
come,lets saunter for miles,
though we don't know where to go...

WINTER NIGHT TIDES

Just like an impeccable young one,
the night sleeps,
when the winter sets in...

The dawn is wet with delinquency,
the blossoms bloom and chuckle,
while the human laziness persists,
in the candied sleep for a day long...


The herd of cows,
return in the dusk,
the fragrance of blossoms,
brings in novelness,
 it creates a sense of mirth,
when it touches the soul,
then searches for the same winter night tides....