Possible (Poetry)
In the sad special evenings of life
if i think about it
that you too might be feeling sad
so it is possible
That all my thinking is unreasonable
It is possible
that every moment of life
in a box
everything must have been forgotten
It is possible
time has filled of eyes
all dark shadows
No matter how many boundaries you have become,
It is possible
a diary of poems
you have started falling
gold from somewhere
It is possible
from every story of date
some aspect has been deleted
relations of tradition
you are drunk
Embrace of countless dreams
in the mirror of existence
there may be some hair
scratched by the winds
some moisture
It is possible
New names have been added
bare naked name
one desire
put on new clothes
the world of this picture
inappropriate, unreasonable
be innocent
everything is mine to think about