“I love you, and I feel loved by you. That’s why I’m here to stay.”

- Burghers on the Street, 11/June/2022

The Lost Wolf (January 2022 AD)

To make it work was a solemn pledge,

Love that was meant to bridge, 

On Halloween night - a smoke, a knife and bed. 

Pride brought, a dandelion's mess.

Yarns of friendship went on years, 

Not a boom, a snip - made truth my fears. 

A scrunchie worn to sleep with tears, 

He'll never hear the Danube, just as clear. 

Trauma, Gaslighting, anxiety and panic, 

A closure call with red flags - chronic, 

"Life was peaceful without you," spurred manic, 

Much like it, but Jack actually died in Titanic. 

A fairy-tale love story & beautiful friendship, 

Comes anew with the round trip. 

The sunflowers and butterfly, each other they pulled,

In peace he left, and found the lost old Wolf.

- Sandro Sathyajith (Circa January 2022) 

The Chase (August 2021 - A Dying Fire)

Roses he grew, in his garden bed

He didn't know what he had said,

An Angel that fell for his red,

The faces vanished, the beasts dead.

The wolf and the Angel, so in love.

Nights on mountainside, stardust.

A friendship that caught on fire

fire on fire - the collision struck.

Solitary wolf, in the moonlit sky,

Fell in love with a butterfly,

Resisted the chase, only for a while,

To make it work, he had to try.

A soul struck, thorns in heart,

The pain he thought did not last,

He passed in misery, his dying bark,

To make it work, was a farce.

From the ashes - you know the phrase,

The fragments that did erase,

A numbness was found in peace,

To cure the pain - that was the leech.

A chat near the Danube river,

The wolf chasing without quiver,

Losing himself in the chase, 

He turned back to never embrace. 

Time has set its course, 

The universe - lazy in remorse, 

The garden has set its case, 

The wolf has stopped the Chase. 

- Sandro Sathyajith Perera (Circa 26th August 2021) 

A cold, rainy Thursday morning of ballads at work.