Grim memories of those days
ever flashed somewhere
in the corridors of my heart,
Hours of deep humiliation I brought you,
My too late confessions, evil intentions
that scratched your heart.
One years deep harmony burnt ablaze
by a spark of evil in me.
I was too childish, not childlike,
to bear the pain of a harsh truth:
the beloved in you.
Then…
The sense of good dead in me,
the worst of me spoke of you, stained your glory.
now…

I’ve a lot to unbosom you.
But…
time flew like a chased bird.
Never a day without of you.
there was always something of you in me.
But will there be a day for us?
It has been a “long winter”
in the lands of my imagination.
“The spring” bid an everlasting farewell.
So far in my journey of life
I walked along two dusty roads:
On the roads of my thoughts of you,
On the road of my esthetic fancy,
leaving only two clouds of dust behind me.
I’ll walk on the sandy dunes of this desert
searching for something lost.