This smile

I smile, can you see it? Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh... nobody talks. They rather write up a complex set of lines describing what this is. Who are you my newcomer, why do you aspire to bring me tears? If I cry, all I am giving you is water, the rest is sold. You visitors think a lot before you plan to stay in here for your holidays. So what if the bed has got a funny spring, the food is warm and you get some good stories to take back home.

Let me sleep
you silly night
dont show up again
with your empty bag of dreams
memories, I rather forget
reflections of rusted silence
do I shout
when you knock my door?
I call you in
now let me relax
I have to knit together
some forgotten strings.

Shringi
June 23, 2010