Wired statues

In the middle of the rainstorm
A pair of golden eyes swirled around me

And I became a statue today
A statue with infinite blood shreds
On this honey coloured body
A statue which incinerated
The greenness of all love –wars!

I became a towering figure
I was wired, tired and feared.
I got reflected in the deep blue sea
Pain of the past years
Drummed down into my
Oscillating weak shoulders

The shrunken images portrayed
The silhouettes before the statues’ transcient eyes
All statues hibernate,
They sleep in the curls of the sea-shell chimes
They conceal the dreams of millions
Of embryos
When will these statues wither away
Into the oozing silence, once more….