Corridor

and i met my corridor again

i was standing in my garden

looking over from my wall 

i saw an old man around the corner

jabbering words, men near him around the fire

laughing and having a good time

the old timer had many stories i guess 

funny, exciting and sad i guess

however i tried i couldn't decipher

long and interesting, may be he is a chauffeur

for he must have seen places around 

may be he knew places around

he must be telling stories from past

his past i mean, what could be they like,

his past i mean, what was he like,

he kept on for hours on end

i stood there for hours on end

probably he didn't have any wife 

and he was talking about the love of his life

then suddenly i began to hear

he told about the fairy of his life

he rolled about the dices of his life

"once there was a girl named Li

she came to our class when i was three

i fell in love twenty minutes later 

in twenty days i wrote her a letter

i used to be so afraid of her

so i gave Fo my best friend the letter

he read it, but i thought it was okay
the next move as i planned was the bouquet

but Fo laughed a lot reading my letter

i grabbed it from his hand and threw it in water

i became more afraid and ever since

i was so stricken never since

i used to look at her all the time

i used to look at her all the time

i used to look at her all the time

i used to look at her all the time"

come on grandpa' said young Xo

then what happened, tell us or we go

"all i did was i looked at her 

her face, her bluish face, 

her bluntly cut hairs, 

i could go on just sitting there 

for hours, hours and hours,

i never had much hope,

the only thing i ever yearned
the only thing i guess i desired
the only thing i think i deserved
was a head on impulse
back from black eyes
from depth of her her black hairs
a glance back
eye to eye
eye to head
eye to mind
eye to heart
an eye and a re-question
to solution from question
the confessions of a stalker
and the knowledge of an admirer
the perfect admirer and the perfect stalker"

why didn't you talk to her old fella
yelled with awe middle aged Ga

"how could i talk to her with only my guts
how could i talk to her when my mind was nuts
even if i could what would i have told
even if i could what would i have sold
even if i told would she have heard
even if i sold things so absurd
even if she bought there was no price
i was no prince and my heart was for free
Oh the decree, its as awkward as it was then
i have no eye and i am eighty three
tough was the time and funny was the pain
it was just not possible to do any talk
and i continued to walk and stalk
i walked up to her home after school
her home had a man in it
her home had a woman in it
her home had a dog in it
and her home had a home in it
they had a wall around it
there was no garden in it
they had a balcony though
they had some flower pots though
i used to stand up on the bench
lying near the outside of the wall
the bench had many a stains
and i used to stand up on the bench so tall
for hours and hours in vain
until she came with the jug of water
and poured over the plants instead of me
sometimes she picked some
sometimes she plucked some
sometimes she gazed at them
sometimes she razed at them
sometimes she stood
sometimes under a red hood
sometimes she looked
the sky writing her book
sometimes she was soon
sometimes she went back soon
and when she went back soon
sky goes away and comes the moon
above my head the moon
and far away the wolf's moan
i would be afraid but for the things i saw
sometimes through the door ajar
sometimes through the kitchen's jar
sometimes through the window
with the help of the wind though
she would be carrying her dog
she would be a carrying a book
she would be carrying a tooth brush
she would be carrying a towel
she would be carrying a plate
she would be carrying a glass of water
she would be carrying nothing
she would shake a little
she would run a little
and then she would act a little
and the she would tremor a little
and then she would
yes she would
which she should
dance a lot
near her cot
sometimes head afloat
sometimes hairs aloft
and gallantly fought with witch unknown
and gallantly fought with enemies unknown
and gallantly fall near the cup board
like the highway man on the purple road
but she would rise again and try some spinning
like those in ballets which by winning
she would rise up again and try some spinning
danced to the fullest and not to the meaning
and she saw herself probably in the mirror
and she drew herself probably to the mirror
and she stopped dancing probably
i always thought so, she did those probably
for i couldn't see all of it
with a little bit of corner light
over my head with the moon full lit
and the night without the heat
i wished the summer should come
my wish granted and summer did come
my wish granted and holidays would come
my wish granted and to the school no one would come
for sixty days no one would come
and to her home i couldn't go
and to her i didn't go
sixty days in a row
to her i didn't think i could go

after sixty days i was all lousy
without her sight a lot drowsy
a little crazed and a lot crazy
i reached school before bell but she was quite lazy
i thought i wanted her
i thought i needed her
i thought and i just thought
everything about her
after sixty days what would she be like
i never remembered her face
i only thought but never remembered her like
the brunet girls who you can forget but not their satin lace
i really never remembered her face
and thats why i needed to see her first
gone all of her without any trace
just to see her to quench some thirst
i waited in my classroom
yes inside the big blackboard room
with ten windows wide open
and the Bilimbi fruits so ripen
over gate of our school
which i could see from the room
with the windows so wide open
and she came just before the final bell
and she came just before my final bell
air i in took as i did inhale
to save my breath and to get her smell
and i looked at her
and i watched her
and i stared at her
but i was scared of her
and so i walked behind her
and i stalked her
and once again me and her"

you crazy old man what are doing
you wasted your time
your story so boring and
you are wasting Po's time

"well I must tell you the story
in its tiny and in its glory
as someday after the summer
not to watch her i would rather
not be present in Fo's cover
for the hooligan's game of soccer
but under the Bimbli tree be a lousy lover
watching her talk to her friends
watching her eat a Bimbli
watching her pinch a friend
and watching her laughing
and watching her shouting
and watching her skipping
and watching her jump the ropes
with all of her little dopes
with laser like beams from my eye
with sodium like lights from my eye
with rays so powerful
that i thought she would die
the rays carrying my message with them
the stream of my infatuation
may be i thought a little lame
but in her eyes should find a station
and suddenly i started praying
not to god but for prying
and i became desperate for her eying
to the great Bimbli tree king
and all of a sudden she turned towards me
i was under my protective tree
full of ripe Bimbli
but her eyes found me
her eyes found me
she found me
she looked at me
she saw me
she saw me watching her
she saw me looking at her
she saw me staring at her
and she stared back
i am sure not at my face
i am sure not my dress
i am sure not to oppress
and i am sure not to displace
her streams pierced me
devastated me so that i was numb
and since i was numb i couldn't look away
but behind her blunt hairs her one eye
the back glance and the glance backed
until somebody pulled her away
away and away on some god damn highway
far far away from the depths of my eye
and i was left under the Bimbli tree all dry

and then the recess was over
Fo had found someone else for cover

and anything more i cant remember
my life found me a little less clever
i was swept across the river
to generous highway where i am the driver"

the old man finished the train
and came down the wintry night's rain
i came back from the wall
through the garden's little lane
towards my lonely corridor again.