I Wonder,
Why the heart is so lonely?
Sometimes in some evening,
Even being among the crowd,
Does something else alone.
And all this sees the moon,
But still keeps silence,
Why not become,
Paperweight of that table,
Where the book of life,
The pages of the which are reversed.
Storming with the time,
why not become,
A messenger ship in that river,
Whose two edges never meet.
Just stuck at stare
To each other, for years,
The blurred eyes with time,
can become A pillar of light,
And melting can untold things,
Who is floating a place,
Looking forward.
when embarrassed On your silence,
Hide a change behind
So why looks of mist,
From behind the sheet,
Whose every hole filled with Cold silence,
And slowly takes existence
In its grip.
Then every past moment spread,
It happens miles long,
Memories deciding those distance,
When tired rests
So why not become moon
The soft pillow of the fearless.
And why not put to sleep,
A sweet long sleep,
There are many other things like this,
If you leave the guard of dreams .....
