Pieces of Love...

Let there be some ashes
let there be some salt from the shores
let there be someplace where the beasts
of head can work their chores...

Well the fracture in gratitude,
the pieces of love flying with the many winds;
He just wandered amongst the carrions,
he bound in chains, sings...

One more piece of love,
flies across the sands and fire...

One more piece of love,
sinks in the criminal torpedo...

Mysterious, the hate, and the scorn,
mysterious, the nuisance of men,
mysterious the simple pieces of broken love
and the minds of aged men...

Let there be some fliers,
advert the subverted cries,
let there sound some voices,
subvert the prejudice...

Let there be a video,
a song for the pieces of love...
Let there be an artist,
who stuck the broken things...

One more piece of love,
lying on the road...

One more piece of love,
hidden by the town...

There is a lot of time to think,
there is a lot of time to die,
there is a lot of time to defy,
and be lost alone in the gale...

There is a time for staring,
and a time for gazing past,
it is not the same time,
where perverted are the rhymes...

One more piece of love,
crawls under the skin of night...

One more piece of love,
stamped upon, on the busy road...

The tears of lonely lives,
mindless gawking at empty clouds,
dumped under ages of lies,
another piece of love - broken in time...

There can only be so many piece lying around,
and still I find a new one, all the time...

One more piece of love here,
after all here it lies...

- Karthik Adithya Singaraju