An Unfinished Request...

Let me not die tonight,
For I want to live till Sunrise;
Let me see the silver skies,
The empty roads, the fluttering flies.

Its not an excuse to delay my rest...
Or it is, isn't it?
I crave to smell the sweet, mellow Shiwli for the last time.
I want to embrace the night,
Feel the silky smooth air.

Just one more time I want to smoke in the quietness,
The calm, where I can see, clouds forming from my breath.
One last time I want to see the silver flakes fall like snow.
For, the snow in winter, I could never see,
I want this to be my illusionary consolation.

Want to whistle one last time, for it echoes,
As if someone, is replying.
Let me sing one more time,
Where I let myself out of me.

Let the minty fog, pull my spirit,
Away with them, to the land of crispy ice.
I don't want to die tonight...
Or any night.
For night is when I live.

I am dead during daytime anyway.
So kill me with the sun to witness.
Make it noon, but not twilight,
for the hope rises.

When I die, let them know how I Loved them,
But, let the people I hate, be.
For its daytime, they might be busy.
Let me hear, one last song...

Look its coming up, the sun!!!
And...

The Song of Frank Enstien

Oh run! RUN! For the monster has come!

He doesn't eat, plunder, rape or vandalise;

He just TALKS to people for fun!

(Ignore... No, RUN... Back door!)

Has he a bad breath, or does his body stink?

Did he whistle, pass lewd comments?

Did he touch-grab or did he wink?

No, hate him, for he is lonely, and wants to hear and to be heard.

But you "KNOW", he's a rogue,

A beast, and yes, he's absurd!

So what, if he HATES his kind for their savage deed?

So what if he innocently walks, smiles and stares at people?

He's one of them, hence no one pays any heed.

He doesn't want to be tagged, he just wants to tag along.

He doesn't want to be judged, and this is his song.

(But he's wrong! It's wrong! He's WRONG!)