'the madman'

[P.S: It is recommended to skip this poem and go back to either 'slippa, slippa! ' (above) or 'yipee, yipee takeyashi! ' (below). I'd do the same, everytime.]

So one evening, as I was walking down an isolated lane back in Indr'ngr , the sky above me suddenly became aglow. Almost as if a million chrysanthemums had decided to bloom in unison. It was cold and in the distance, I saw what could only have been a madman, dancing. And the traces of a strange song he was singing reached my ears.

"runnin down the street,
to catch them pearls
in the crimson sky.
painful heartbeat.

my friend! i clap.
a brown-headed barbet,
in solitary flight.
it draws for me, a map.

for a journey i set on,
only yesterday.
damn! have i lost it,
are you really gone?

barman, make it quick,
a pitcher of hope.
the sun is setting,
was i really so meek?

runnin down the street,
to catch them pearls
in the crimson sky.
painful heartbeat.

see flashes,
love and loss,
fire and ice,
a hundred clashes.

risen and fallen,
picked up the pieces
but bruises remain,
bent but is it broken?

planes crash,
so do plans.
grab the life-jacket,
in a desperate dash.

can't find them pearls,
they look down on me,
i think of your eyes,
your lips and your curls.

runnin down the street,
to catch them pearls
in the crimson sky.
painful heartbeat."