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.