The Taste of Wine

The outreach voiced, the old key of lock

The Faithlessness heart inside, the limit horizon look

The old taste of wine, the red purple cup

Afraid and alone, in a dark empty room He stuck

Cheerless ideas of space and solitude through dusts

A smile on his lips and his eyes sparkled whether with wine or not

The beating of winter rain against the colorless panes

Happy to breathe the air of loneliness and pain

A picture of innocent souls, in a frame of white and cold

Sound of laughs within corners, running to discourse

Colorful tiny chairs on red rag of love it goes

There were lives live in this cruelty home

Draws closer and closer to wall for protection, it shows

The inanimate illness walls have mercy and tenderness than all

He ground his teeth, arrested his steps and struck

Some hated thoughts have him in its grip

From the truth, in every time he tries to skip

The wine gets dark like blood, drink more for the sake to forget

"Where should I bury my sorrows, my memories of shadow"

"Where should I find that kiss, in a ground full of mess"

" Where can I find my kids or my wife instead in this "

For the sun which never comes to visit a man or even hum

Greens that whispering him for the becoming dump

Telling him how many for the next killing bombs

" Can I have a break from a war of thousands years never done"

" and set up the fire candles, with dirty blanket feeling warm for once"

The scars that cover his body hurt the immortal spirit of sky

What makes a man struggle in world always hides, feeling shy

What makes him alive in a middle of battles wishing to die?

How many resolutions they have made to stop these lies?

And how many nights should he spend singing his blue

Waiting until the clouds fade out putting the final end with glue

He will wait, and I will do, under the bridge that could we go through

He will keep drinking; get out of thinking, never up a flag of losing hope


"Stop Wars"