Cigerette.............Only friend in solitude, who breathe with your own breath She is the lover of lonly man She recieves the breath through his lips She begins the life when he fired her feet She begins the walk to his own heart With melancholy steps through his lungs She hugs and giggles all his nerves She never opens her chatter-box She thinks it will be an annoyance to him But really, she has many painfull stories The fire sucking her body like a vampire She loses her blood and life But she neither weeps nor complaints She listen to the stories of that lonely man Sad stories.........romantic tales She hears his voice of heart with great patiance All her time of life she uses to serve him She behaves like a budhist saint She enjoys his heart like a beautifull lake After few moments, she finishes her life The vampire fire changes her to ash The solitary man spit her away There is no wreath nor a tomb He blames her like some funeral words But we must say-- she was an angel

Desert.........The land of silence, There has no sound of leeves No song of birds Only the tick -tick sound of heart It becomes a tripple drum The wild music of triple drum Your past comes in colourfull dress It begins the dance on your chest You are so weak to stop this party Thyere comes the tempest It brings the odours of your past Desert.............Dumb girl with bald head She can make no noise But, she will never give you the prise of silence Chatter of birds and the giggling of leaves Water falls of children`s laugh She enjoys these all through your heart..............