A POSSSESSIVE DREAMER

You had adorned my life from those silent days

Created sounds in my empty heart like a divinity,

You make me be a composer

Without I’m knowing anything about the songs,

You cure me from insomnia and psychiatric

After I suffered from long years,

I’m alive now just like a standard human…

Every eve from one road to another road

I walk along with a guardian angel

To hear to the mellow tone and to see the beatific smiles

Just like a disciple and guide of a foreign princess

Way to her destiny and I stop before her royal palace

Sometimes I put my eyes on her shoulder’s mole,

And I could guide her when the traffic got flash

But yet I couldn’t grasp her left palm

Like a teenage lad to my enthusiast lass…

She is not a red rose; she is a lotus too,

She is not a broken star; she is the moon of clear sky…

From the dawn to the dusk and other all seconds

I trance and I imagine very far from my world,

During the mid night and sun burnt day

Hankering to deny my weak feeling of poor awe,

Though not trying to stand like Romeo in Verona!

Again I’m not ready to fight a battle of Helen.

Because still I’m belonging to the untouchables…

I saw her often

Chatting with the royal governor,

Smiling together with the soldiers of the palace,

In a especial supper with the guest relatives from other provinces,

Reading the marriage proposal from the generals,

All that makes me broken my heart like a glass frame…

Once I heard a lullaby from her heart in a full moon night

That let me more critical to overcome my dreams,

This envious rays of heart is simply spreading towards the unseen conclusion

To bring a painful love and to go back to my lunatic life,

I know she would stand higher than the sky near mine someday

Therefore, my thoughts would be worshiped deeper than the ocean…

I am burning in the way of snow falls

When you turn back from my monsoon,

I am calling off by the last breath

When you gifted that angel’s smiles to the strangers,

I am feeling like a prisoner

When you couldn’t consider my depressions…

Let it be gone away all the evenings and mid nights

There is no heartiness to reflect unto the princess’s sovereignty

Stars are yours, even I’m not be the Venus, might be the Pluto

I’m not a gleaming gentleman like other prince.

When you after engaged to unconscious

I can pledge on you I will be your visionary.

This dismal heart couldn’t grumble you

Whole over the six seasons of the year,

Be flow away with my histories into the ocean of devotion

I cannot call you as my love

I’m just a possessive dreamer

Yes I’m just a possessive dreamer.
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