My fat friend & I
In the days of black sun rising
fortunately we became friends
He was too big & deep to understood by human mind
I was so proud of walking and being with him
I never knew how mutative he was
until I saw his parts were still surviving in the soul of great samurais
that day I ate enough of mushrooms
produced by my fat friend on the garden of human beings
I was so wrong to be proud of having such a dark appetite
there were only two of us breathing in the muddy sky
fat friend disappeared in the cloud of mushrooms
and after that I never found my soul again
I never tried to understand little boy's footprints
before getting too close to fat friend
& we filled the earth with unforgivable memory and unimaginable DNA mutations
We lost the game even we won
each dream was asking me to plant a flower in the land of ashes
but I couldn't...it was impossible..
It was too late...
Fat friend had stolen my life
& the life of all those flowers
I wish I had known his colours
I wish I never met him
I wish I could have listened my soul
I wish I could change the history..
but it was impossible..it was too late..
Ohh fat friend...
You and I were exactly same.
We are unforgettable & unforgivable...
the undying truths & evils..
Vipul Arwade
09.08.2016
Dedicated to Fat Man...
In the days of black sun rising
fortunately we became friends
He was too big & deep to understood by human mind
I was so proud of walking and being with him
I never knew how mutative he was
until I saw his parts were still surviving in the soul of great samurais
that day I ate enough of mushrooms
produced by my fat friend on the garden of human beings
I was so wrong to be proud of having such a dark appetite
there were only two of us breathing in the muddy sky
fat friend disappeared in the cloud of mushrooms
and after that I never found my soul again
I never tried to understand little boy's footprints
before getting too close to fat friend
& we filled the earth with unforgivable memory and unimaginable DNA mutations
We lost the game even we won
each dream was asking me to plant a flower in the land of ashes
but I couldn't...it was impossible..
It was too late...
Fat friend had stolen my life
& the life of all those flowers
I wish I had known his colours
I wish I never met him
I wish I could have listened my soul
I wish I could change the history..
but it was impossible..it was too late..
Ohh fat friend...
You and I were exactly same.
We are unforgettable & unforgivable...
the undying truths & evils..
Vipul Arwade
09.08.2016
Dedicated to Fat Man...
