When I am who not I am

when, I am silent
with the darkness
the flowers fill as moon light
leads underneath
of my own sadness

eye misleads
hands shiver
blood roars
tongue stick with hard palate
fears raise up a dancing copra
and there are groups of
big elephants filled with knifes
waiting for me
I am not who I am
when I am who not I am
nothing else
happens every night
--

Ariharasuthan R (29, May, 2012)