Amid the battles
samurais unleash their death...

These weapons are made
with bad intents otherwise...

Why impelling feeling with talks,
bottling up something ethereal...

We argue to learn.
Owing to our argument...

Words are for when we disregard silence.
Writing is the tendency of the forgotten poetry to...

Breaking from them to
find who I was, seeing there...

Each figure is silence
shrivelled...

How well our feelings,
how well we wish for others...

O God strengthen me
so, I can choose you over...

There are poetries
unwritten in either sides...

Thought of me as you,
I've become you, to return...

Just in your eyes
is the safe haven...