Sleepless ...

Closed eyes
But shivering brows
Cunning lips
But craving in thirst
What do they say to you?
Never mind
Mindless are to come

I have sunken eyes
They do nothing
Except that they remain cold
They have a distance
To stroll a silent wind

Agitate ahead
Surge your resolve
Kettles are spread out
Hotbed prayers
Ignited prayers
Ignited music
Never do they lie
Even in ruthless rains

Await for me
To grow with the last
Though just in a
passenger time
Time is deepening
So are materials
Yet sorrow is dirt and cluttered
Sorrow is just mist
As mist is an unknown mind

Mindful are chirping songs
Waving hands
They are not mine
It belong to silent birds
I just awakened them

What you see
And what you get
They are mere numbers
Cloaked in ages, calenders
And calculated accounts
I never belong to them
After all, it is mathematics
And it is not a child's play.