Regaining Words

When blind metaphors
Walk under the neon lights
of the crossroads dissecting your mind...

When urban poets shop for words
On women's face and doping trams...
And silkworms weave silk over eyes...

I have bottled one sapling of dream
that has never grown leaves
But purple memories with black petals...

This is my comeback from Nirvana
I attained no salvation but
sold all my bones of hopelessness...

And I am back writing yet again!