Short Conversation Before You Left
Once upon a time
There were us living happily
frame by frame in wonderful clime
We met by an accident
When both seeking out love in ardent
Time passed smoothly
like puffy clouds floating in no hurry
Leaving behind blissful footprints
unforgettable snapshots of painted fields
Until that gloomy day dwelt upon
like a sickle reaping our golden wheats
and throwing them in a whirlwind of wasted things
pulped into the extinction.
I still remember the way back
at the edge of twilight
The moon waning after its fullness
Urging a devouring capricious wind to whip through the snow-capped trees
And the gravity to loosen its hold
Sorry it was a mistake
We shouldn't let it go so far to this point.
Why
Did I...
Have I...
Love is a flighty thing
A momentary itch
love is a blazing fire
Can not be quenched by any tsunamis.
You are a Muslim
God is love in every religion
{Still this short conversation
bleeds my soul
tightens my heart by its grip.}
I still remember the way back
when uttered those bullets
Something had been good,
A sort of kindly oxygen
was taken from lungs
and replaced by gas oven,
Suffocating,
Eating my innermost.
It flared up
when I put down my shield
and thought of scurrying into the darkness
It was a moment..
a hard moment
I closed my eyes
and let my forts falling down
like leaves by the autumn breeze.
My soul was torn into pieces,
apart of me was freezing.
taking to the blue.
Hard I tried to hold the grip
and not letting go.
She darted into the mist
like a reindeer
carrying a load of promises
and only with the broken words
strewn on my dairies she left me
marking time and silent screams.
